These nights
when I alone am left to face
myself, your fate, my pain,
your legacy
When no arms hold me
and I am forced to face
my Maker, my truth,
my beginning
and my fate,
I rage at the total injustice
the ludicrous past
and the unstable path ahead
I mourn
a place I never asked to go,
a dream shattered by
the ugly truth
that stares out through
a broken heart, a fractured whole
I scream at nothing
Who will listen?
I face my God with blood unshed
and wounds raw, festering
sweltering in the heat of
an unspoken loss.
Damn the night,
and Damn the solace.
Where do you return,
but back to yourself?
