Shadows

‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden ................................................................................. my pains depart not even when my tear glands d r y as sorrow remains my life’s most loyal friend it bothers not to knock before drawing near just since I was wrested away from my mother’s breast as she e x h a l e d her last breath in creeping agony two years after my father was jailed for life~ his crime the same blood that now pulses within my veins then.... hatred was s e w n into a grim dress that h a u n t s t o r m e n t i n g my nights and days, never ceasing my mouth s t r i p p e d as hunger cries pierced through my ribs love~ a drifter who shuns my h o l l o w abode yet sings with a l o u d voice in my friends’ homes caressing only when hatred h i d e s a w a y loitering in the streets, refusing to step inside my good friend~ when I smoke thick marijuana draining strong gin bottles till nothing remains when I sniff the white powder, chasing a trip one that will carry me straight to my father