The Pain In His Words

Maybe

It hurts when you go to relatives homes
Yet,unlike those childhood memories
Its not as ‘cool’ as it used to be
You feel like a tresspasser instead
Of family
Maybe its because you grew up
Moved on and got a grip on reality
Or maybe reality got its grip on you
Its ice cold fingers wrapped around the back of your neck like
An loving older sibling smiling at you
Yet, this makes you feel uncomfortable
Because it is not smiling with happiness
But with knowledge that kills
As if we are simply a variation of adam and eve
The type of knowledge that knocks the wind out of your lungs
Who would have thought the world could bring you so far down
When you were so pure
yet,naive
For it seemed so loving and nurturing
But as you have come to realize like almost everything else

This too was a lie.