Epoch

EPOCH My literal nemesis An engagement with enmity A truest of enemies Dishonest to none, except to me. Only to me. She saves her lies for me. Saves herself while all her time is in other peoples company Only lies to me at night And only when she is done; Will I write our morning Effigy? Our reminders of children’s convictions Our witness to a daily penance gone For the crimes suffered at the hands of parents As our own parenting lacked. Absence begets absence from Abuse brought from neglect. Its genetic it is inherent In other words there’s no escape It has always been waiting, this mental trap.