The countersign is broken
and my brain translates the youth.
It sounded fine misspoken
yet my pain mistakes the truth.
Overstayed my fashion’s learning;
I’m out of date on acts.
Betrayed by passion’s yearning
I can’t concentrate on facts.
I mumble through the blunder
sunder slaughter borders night.
I stumble from the thunder
underwater towards the light.
Self abuse in truth unloved
again watchwords are said,
I think of spilling blood
and then the words spill forth instead.
Written by Jason Wright
January 17, 2018