Fate fell on its face
and plunged through
to the other place
where old overcame the new.
A moment in time stretched
and staggered into infinity
condensed reality from farfetched
until only a small part of me.
I can cherish or deny,
but it doesn’t change what’s real,
love gained and lost changed inside
even if his wasn’t the same to feel.
Backwards reeling, plunged forward,
steps taken, and lessons learned
toll mistaken, running away and toward.
Is it enough to have yearned?
If you do what you’re told
You’ll end up growing old
while the masochistic masses
lay on laurels of half asses.
I’ve done as I’m told
waiting for my story to unfold
while my freak flag flies high
and I’m told all I have to do is try.
Failure is success as black is white
and I only ever tried to do what was right
which was wrong on the road paved
with the bodies of those unmade.
I stick up for myself only when I know
that the person on the other side isn’t foe
for fear of the vultures descend
their claws rake and rend.
The itch evolves into a scream.
The following silence strikes
to the rhythm of your fast beating heart.
The echoes reverberate through your dream,
hopes laying in neat little rows,
exhausted dreams dismembered.
I wake and choke on the residue
of the half emptied, half remembered
remains fading into the dawn.
