There Is Only Attachments
There is only attachments
The hunger of the soul for soul
I do not see love
The candle extinguishing itself
To light the world
I see my children grown away from me
Fondled with maternal lies
The bonds broken in pieces
Like a china on the floor
And my chest still heaving
Where they were lain
Cradled in the pulse of my breathing
All through the ritual
Of bottled caressed lips
It was I who changed the diapers that drips
And from blocked nostril sipped
The secretion hard as dried meat
Choking off air
Mother was too squeamish, too innocent
About life and death to see the dwindling breath
And too unfair to tell
How all my money went to her pet desires
Or what relentless hostility
Pulled her from the home
And how after her long time gone
I just packed up and moved on
As for the rope would let me go
The attachment tugging at my heart
For where I thought I left love
I only came back again and again
To find it empty
And the new attachment buillt on words
That was like a barbed fence
On which I kept scratching my face
Only silence was left
That I could communicate with after that.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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