Teardrops and Inkblots

Doc is very worried
He says I’m half insane
I have the feelings buried
And have a taste for pain

He says he has a method
To look and see what I see
So I stare into the black
And see the face of me

But wait I see my mother
She’s telling me to leave
Saying my ride is outside waiting
To take what she doesn’t need

Doc do we have to do this
“Son I have to see”
The dark comes over again
In through my eyes, dark deeds

On the stretcher, grandpa
And his shiny golden ring
The angels see his cancer
Why don’t they revive and sing

Doc stop please
It hurts to see
“Look and feel your pain”
“These are your memories”

I’m asleep in my crib
I hear a clack of keys
My father is gone
Why did he have to leave

The dark is manifest now
It talks death to me
I feel so drowsy
I fall to sleep

I awake in my bed
Covered in blood
I clean with a shower
And wipe the suds

Worried I drive to see the doc
I hear the sirens all around
A man said what had happened
9 dead were found



*for "The Dark Poet" contest*
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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