Why does my soul ache this time of year
hoarfrost on brown grass/icy chill in the air
feeling all should be calm yet filled with tumult.
Why are ghosts of Christmas’ past
still haunting when joy was always shattered
by demon rum/angry words
ripped a child’s flesh/soul
unaware it would haunt for decades.
Is it wrong to love And hate
Great pains and sorrow masked in
Leave me please leave the child who is within me …
Let him grow to be a man
without guilt and sorrow
over nothing he could control nor want to.
I cry out to my maker
how good he is yet …
how i still am pained by anger within;
is it the demon or the man,
is it self-pity or imagination …
Fantasy or reality
children play in the distance on loan
just a while/no pain should touch them
or entice them the world should
be alive for them
to explore with no bandits
awaiting them as prey.
Why is it so
what is my role in this
In what sense do I …
to what extent will i
become a part of them
do they want to caress or shun
Emulate or emaciate
oh hear my cry great father
what is my place and where does it fit?
Thy will be done …