Unfolding the long-forgotten
covers of my vapid existence...
I struggle to put my heart under arrest;
cuffed; restrained from loving you...
Of distant dreams that call in the silence of...
Their resonance in tropic humidity...
My nemesis calls upon me
once again as is her custom...
I tend to wrestle
with my emotions...
Father.
You speak coherent words...
If sorrow is sunless
then I'm after midnight...
Now feels like never
and close seems so far away...
Why must these feelings continue
Unable to do anything; helpless...
She hides the bruises once again
By putting on long sleeves...
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
Beyond the rusty thorns of barbed wire
the ink from my pen flows with tears and sadness...