There’s a space between me
and all that I’ve wanted…
Like my lust is a ghost
that has left my life haunted…
Devoid of the spark
that connects me to revery…
Like the life I am living
is only a memory…
A personal history
grown cold and impersonal…
A vacuous dream that had
once seemed so purposeful…
But I know I am there
buried under the sadness…
Married between her pain
and his madness…
They have stolen from me
what we were to ourselves…
My senses can’t deal
because they’re overwhelmed…
And part of me wants
to take time to sort out…
But mostly I want
to rip time inside out!
I want to take all
that has tied me to her…
Be it blood on my hands
or my unspoken words…
Or the things unremembered
that left me to die…
Want to shred that
and shed tears of goodbye…
As all of the pain
that trapped us in slaughter…
Travels back to the past
and then rescues our father.
Written by Jason Wright
April 10, 2018