Squint.

After so much slippery time,

You stand atop these toes of mine

You act like everything is fine,

You live as if your eyes are blind.

 

After the fracture of my extended hand,

You turn out to be just another manifestation,

You stamp out the pathway to my salvation,

You cover the tracks that lead to where I am,

 

After the half of me seething with blame,

stands the half bleeding out buckets of shame,

too broken to remember my own given name,

the darkness that comes to numb my brain.

 

After so much weight born begrudgingly,

comes the doom and fate of Eternity,

too willing to designate the fatal decree,

the blinding sunlight squinting back at me.

2 thoughts on “Squint.

  1. How are you? Missing you.