Disaster Be Thy Name

She’s safe, if not whole
and he’s unwanted, broken & insane.

Insanity may seem like a good cause
for forgiveness or comfort
but it’s actually a piss poor substitute.

Quivering on shattered legs,
his spine broken by revelations
gained in his “fall” from a great height…
he fell so far and landed so hard
yet he has never recovered
from the truth of his actions.

The smile from the rickety defenseless monster
seems so sincere that others make note
and inform me of his safety; his well being;
his painful continued death rattle.

This skeleton shell of a scarecrow man
once preached sex and brimstone,
starvation and salvation,
while his inverted path to heaven would save us all
even as he damned us to this forever Hell.

Written by Jason Wright
April 5, 2018

Prayer of the Post Traumatic

Hearing disappointment which matches
THE SICKNESS INSIDE ME
threatening to overtake me.

Breathe.

The train is already departing one six eight;
perhaps this panic is for nothing?

Why do the only loud people
in the car gravitate toward me?

Hungry. Terrified and hungry.
Some things never change…
but I can.

Relax. Breathe.

He cannot hurt me here.
She is safe.
And I will eat before long.

If the show has begun
I will eat without fear
and rest,
knowing I’ve seen this particular show
three times before,
and I will be there for Aaron
without compromising
sanity or the denial of self.

If I make it there in time I will be
collected and calm. I will take in
this special show with
no need of regret
for I have controlled my fear
and done my best to travel
especially on the
fucked up weekend transit.

Now relax. Breathe / Ground,
and be the Jason that you want to be.

Written by Jason Wright
October 29, 2017

Destruction of Same

I came here a stranger
embraced without a question,

You welcomed me here
and ensured my affection,

He’s broken and lost
and screaming inside me,

His pain is too much
and begins to divide me,

He learned not to eat
so that he could survive,

He’s making me sick
so that I’ll stay alive,

But he is confused
because he was deceived,

Our father told lies
that his children believed,

Little Boy Blue
always here to remind me…

And little boy fighting
is killing me kindly.

Written by Jason Wright
September 2, 2017

L.J.

Camping together
like times that he’s had,

I can’t quite explain
why L.J. is sad,

Why gun to his head
is aiming at me,

Triggered by all things
that will never be.

I give him this time
to heal and reflect,

He feels so alone
yet our lives intersect,

I know he is haunted –
I know he’s a ghost,

I know that they hurt
what he wanted the most,

But he’s not alone
because I’m always near,

And though he is gone
I know he is here…

I know he is sad
and I’m paying attention,

I’m holding him close
in this time of reflection,

So don’t be afraid;
I am strong and can do this,

It wasn’t his fault
and I give him forgiveness.

Written by Jason Wright
September 2, 2017

For Little Jason and his father David.

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