The Day After
Life, by which a mothers death begins my
forlorn voyage of this forsaken life without hope,
followed by dreadful visions
of a world alone.
Death visits with a single slash of a sickle
from witch an empty shell of a body remains, as I’m left within the
abyss of blackness that misery
bestows upon me.
The world around me mutates and folds,
as the innocents of a child’s mind is
mutilated, and embodied with
the eyes of a mans
tormented soul.
Flesh and blood with arms wide open,
guiding me home as I am tethered to
a chain, accompanied with the weight
of the world, imprisoning me from
a normal existence of life.
Trap set with hopes of capturing a
love unconditionally with
warming eyes of hope accompanied
by a soothing voice of security that is
necessary to a child scared and
alone to the big would
around me.
Abandoned at such a young age,
brings in walls and barriers that
allows this grief stricken boy shelter
from the pain held deep within
my soul allowing access to
no one.
Within the years to follow a young man
now has to live with the profound pain and agony
ensnared within my heart, buried
deep, protecting myself from the
torment that my future foretells,
awaiting to cripple and maim
this already broken hart.
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