Out here runnin’ game
on these pains
Head up, walking ahead
in my shame.
Nevermind you, these stains,
left behind
by your once loving gaze,
long since exchanged.
Tryin to find the words
to explain
the pain of the played
living free in my brain.
My focus is broken;
never the…
Black house,
no lights on.
Inky sky of night —
a silent backbeat for
the fireflies’ plight.
Fighting to be seen
not for themselves,
but for their light.
Gentle tears from a moon
too afraid to be bright,
lest we see it all alone
amidst the starry sky.
Try and try,
and try as we might,
we can’t keep the fire…
Sometimes I feel like
I know
what you’re thinking —
that even when I’m leaving
our hearts keep on beating;
keeping time,
despite our best deceiving.
Still, we keep on drinking
until we find some meaning
in the feel
of someone else’s sheets
and
in the space that’s now between us.
When the worst just keeps
repeating
and the wounds,
they keep on…
Beautiful words,
filtered through a lens
of ugly.
Rising up
to the beat of the streets
so my tears don’t fall;
they rise above me.
It all crashes down
drowning out
all hope of light
and loving,
my soul separated
between where I’ve been
and my recovery.
Breakdown;
insert upon discovery.
Maybe it would all be different
if somehow my mom had loved me,
but here we…
Freelance Writer, Storyteller, and Poet — Founder of Artistic Autism and Five-Minute Fiction
