(2013)
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.