Why this sense of loss and betrayal
locked behind prison bars of portrayal?
Intestines writhe, so pining for
relief from the blood that I abhor.
We were born as a fragment of a family
we were childlike, optimistic, and free
but we drifted away, shrewdly snared
in our sight, a chimera flared
The shade instigated hate into flaming
firing hate for themself and then others shaming,
Tuesday 16th March 2021 5:18 am
sprang up and only one loved me
as i kept growing another saw potential for what i could be
i had some periods where i didnt grow and my planter became more distant
my roots started diversing and i went a little haywire, and only the other followed where i went
watering me and had a lot od encouranging words, cutting off the thorns and dead leaves that hurt
as i began to wilt still ...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 10:10 am
In the beginning he would wake at every peculiar sound that came from the babies crib
In the beginning he would bring me a beverage as I fed his son whilst the moon was dimly lit
In the beginning he would rush home from work eager to see the family he created
In the beginning we were the people whom he could be himself and escape with
In the beginning we were enough
Tuesday 3rd January 2017 2:37 pm