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Phantom Operator
Are we testing open waters?
I never should have stationed there
We were not prepared
Through the shame and sacrifice,
I was getting there
All we know is shelter,
Survival,
Yet we were unprepared
Mark the way
through tunnels we mistaked for urgent care
No one’s dying on my watch
If our fathers were here, they’d tell us not to stop
If our grandfathers were near,
They’d tell us what they went through has prepared us all along
They all came back, singing their war songs
with scars as big as my arm
Father’s leave
Whether emotionally or physically
Mother’s try too hard to be seen
While father’s don’t try hard enough
I mourned that past a long time ago,
Lighting candles for every expectation
That was left ineffectual
And we let the flame linger for the ones that we now realize,
Were never manageable
Her funerals in a week
But when she left me in pieces,
That’s when she was dead to me
I mourned our sacred whispers a long time ago
I’ve never met a person filled with such lies,
Such hatred,
And so much cynicism
I told her she could play every character on a reality show
Her funerals in a week
But when she left me in pieces,
That’s when she was dead to me
Father’s leave
Whether emotionally or physically
Mother’s try to hard to be seen
While father’s don’t try hard enough
I’ve never met a person filled with such lies, pettiness,
And so much arrogance
I told her she could play the cast of a reality show
Oh, the irony of what it’s called,
Verus what it really is
I mourned the past of “what you see is what you get”
A long time ago
Lighting candles for every character on our favorite TV shows
That lost their lives along the way
And usually my eyes water
at the beauty of your inspired eulogies
But this time,
There was nothing I could say
And though I mourned that past long ago,
I was left standing there unprepared
Are we testing open waters?
I never should have stationed there
Copyright ©
Matthew Bailey
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