Carla (A Question This Way Comes) by Jöseph Lee Foster-Shumpert-Lear, 2007
Published 18 May 2007 :: Poetry
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I have spent
A lifetime running
Wearing masks
Trying to hide
The monster
Within
And yet
With a simple
Question
You bring it all back
As if
the cuts upon my
wrists
scars
from many souls
many lifetimes
ago
were not
nearly enough
My far Angel
hath gone
foresaking me
with but a small
9mm
upon her mind
My demon Christin
is gone
though she breaths
amongst the nightmares
and the scars
I still bare
And always will
I have spent a lifetime
Gazing within my mirrors
And seeing the scars
from fires
long ago past
seeing the beast
nae the monster
Life has made me
feeling only peace
within solitude
knowing only tranquility
within this mask
and yet
with but a simple
question
you bring it all back
the cancer is gone
and yet its virus
lives still
within my blood
the lifeless bottles
lay empty
and yet
they hath never been
more full
i have cried so much
for the youth
i lost
and will never again have
and yet
with but the most innocent of questions
you push a dagger
into the ice
that were once
my heart
but with the purest
of intentions
you ask me
to tell you
What Happened. . .
