I failed as a human
Or am utterly one
An incomparable disgrace
The loss of a son
I ripped flowers from the garden
Ate all the seeds
I doused them in mud
And drowned in the weeds
Stole all the sunlight
Fed it to dragons
Then watched from the side
As they fell from the heavens
Snuck to the kitchen
Stole all the bread
And threw it in dirt so you couldn't be fed
Starved you of your sanity
Took away all you need
Then locked you up tight
Where you couldn't be freed
But you still blame god
For all that I've done
And ask for the strength
To take care of your son
I hurt you repeatedly
Made you cry, and yet
You still welcome your use
As my safety net
So when will it end,
The betrayel and the pain?
I loved you so much that it drove me insane
I killed all the doves
And sent them to hell
All while I smiled
Wishing you well
I emptied the carton
Poured milk in my eyes
Then laughed at your jokes
Behind all the lies
So when does it stop,
The betrayel and the pain?
I love you so much that it drives me insane.
YOU ARE READING
Counting Steps
PoetryThere are a lot of things that try to make there way out but always find a way to stay in. So here, behind a screen, protected in the fortress of sheets surrounding me, I can say anything. Anything at all.
