He screams
He shrieks
He punches
He kicks
He claws
He crawls
He is an angel
He is a demon
He is a creature
He is my son
How does one mother an animal
Whose only instinct is to hunt, run, or hide
From terrors that are unclear
It cannot be reasoned with
It will not allow rescuing
It will not hear blessings, only curses
Whose body was built to endure fire and torment
Crossing into his world
Can only stab my chest
As I watch my once-newborn
Mercilessly devoured by searing flames
Under a cruel ruler's order
The beast has had his fill
His mouth drips with the blood of my children
My heart turns to stone as I desire one thing
His punishment
God give him the justice that he deserves
Train him to stop feasting on innocence
And consuming the little hope in my son
That I have toiled for
Monday, September 23, 2019
Thursday, September 5, 2019
Breathwork
A breath
In
Pause
Out
In
Heartbeat
Out
Another thought
In
Out
Emptiness
Can't keep
In
Going like this
Out
To lift my body with energy
In
Needs less air
Out
To believe that things will get better
In
Needs more
Out
Maybe I should let Him
In
breathe for me
Out
In
Pause
Out
In
Heartbeat
Out
Another thought
In
Out
Emptiness
Can't keep
In
Going like this
Out
To lift my body with energy
In
Needs less air
Out
To believe that things will get better
In
Needs more
Out
Maybe I should let Him
In
breathe for me
Out
Wednesday, September 4, 2019
On Fierce Reality
Another day to look at reality
in its fiercest form
A devouring lion
A relentless hail that pounds
across my already bruised face.
Fresh, raw, and crazy
Sanity runs quicker than I
Cannot keep up
Cannot reach beyond my already outstretched fingers
to briefly at moments glance her strands
of hazy hair
Reality,
the strongest dream that I awoke from
If only I could control that phantom
which only appears in the darkness
to do my bidding
instead of depending upon it for my very life
Hope can disappoint
Dreams are by nature, fleeting
They roar and crave
Ever consuming and never satisfied
Mercilessness in it's cruelest form
like reality.
Oh let me be awake and this nightmare depart!
in its fiercest form
A devouring lion
A relentless hail that pounds
across my already bruised face.
Fresh, raw, and crazy
Sanity runs quicker than I
Cannot keep up
Cannot reach beyond my already outstretched fingers
to briefly at moments glance her strands
of hazy hair
Reality,
the strongest dream that I awoke from
If only I could control that phantom
which only appears in the darkness
to do my bidding
instead of depending upon it for my very life
Hope can disappoint
Dreams are by nature, fleeting
They roar and crave
Ever consuming and never satisfied
Mercilessness in it's cruelest form
like reality.
Oh let me be awake and this nightmare depart!
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