I tried
to set it all right,
but I could not repair,
the lies,
the crimes,
the violence;
could not pretend to care.
I’m not a lost cause,
but I’m half way there.
Not sure I recognize
what I see in the mirror.
You’re a creature of habit,
darkest of appetites,
but I fear you most
when you walk in the light.
You exude shame and malice,
You bring me guilt and war.
There’s never been another
that I’ve wanted more.
I see you inside me,
then I deny you exist,
but you’ve got me in
the palm of your hand;
laughing as you close your fist.
Such is bliss.
Willfully,
ignorantly,
using my virtue
to cover for you.
All over my body
Tattoos of your acrimony.
My words,
poisoned by meaning,
I’ve given up believing
in the things that keep me breathing,
so much for feeling.
I grew it all in
my own corrupted mind
and loved it
and nurtured it
because it was mine.
Rage, hate and jealousy
of my own kind.
A short trip,
a slip;
over the line.
Top of the food chain,
to the menu,
in record time.
So far down
and still falling,
might as well
enjoy the ride.
HG – 2019
