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History                                  4/8/2015

Walk through the tall weeds

Littered with broken glass

Gasping at the ruins

Moldy, rotted, and empty.

Contemeplate the dreams 

And listen for the voices 

Whispered in the wind 

Chilling and dead.  

Mud and gasoline

Cigarettes and ash

Smelling like alcohol 

And cheap perfume.

                                        

The pain has long since subsided

But I still feel the loss

As the ever widening rift

Leaves me behind

A little more each day.

It wounded me deeply

And there was nothing I could do

As I stomped up the stairs

Breaking the treads

Under my feet.

                                                             

My hands became claws

And my teeth became fangs

Transforming into a gigantic monster

With blood in my mouth

And death in my eyes.

But what is anger

If it cannot be used

Tied up in in knots       

And buried in the soul.

How close do we come

Before we even know

Doubled over by a gut shot

And bleeding all over.

Pouring out with agony

I let it puddle on the page

Burning through the parchment

In a testament of rage.

I have nothing to show

For loss after loss

Nothing but an empty longing

That’s impossible to fill.

I wish I could see the reason

Or discern some kind of purpose

In all of this waiting

As the shallow go living

As if nothing changed at all.

They laugh and make small talk

Exchanging gifts and cashing checks

Unthinking and unknowing

Just like others have done

A thousand times before.

How long?

How long oh Lord?

Must I wait

Before your day

Of perfect vengeance

Final and just.

When will the day come

When we can all forget

As the cruel become nameless

Like they never lived at all.