I’m here
Once again alone
Maybe I’ve always meant to be this way
So no one can hurt me
But that is unpreventable
I hurt myself
Every single day
Whether physically
Or even emotional
Its controllable
From my waking thoughts
To my deepest dreams
All I know is
I’m sick of it all
Life
The unburnable pain
Everything
Categories:
unburnable, anger,
Form: Free verse
Once upon a time, I came to you for help.
You made it worse.
You took me out of my home to a foreign place.
You drugged me and put me on display.
You hung me out to dry.
You picked me apart, and I’m still trying to put myself back together.
They say that the bond between parent and child is an unburnable bridge.
You’ve left your mark.
You’ve made your point.
You’ve burned your bridge.
You are dead to me.
Categories:
unburnable, angst, family, me, me,
Form: Free verse
Come and gone like small twister
like the cloud of debris he’s left.
Echoes of Charlie Brown’s buddy Pigpen
blow through the cobwebs in memory.
Left over coffee cups replacing
Transformers still dumped in the attic.
Reams of knarley skateboards, wheel-less,
lay in piles like so much unburnable refuse.
The obligatory hugs and peck, over and done
the never paid chauffeur collapses…
Ah, to have him always near,
So, each kiss was not quite so dear.
The last fair maid on parade has wandered across
the home front, wondering about her predecessor,
still tacked with magnets to the fridge,
still part of my heart and his…
Sons…they say, do not cause such angst.
Couldn’t prove it by this mother.
This maternal blimp of unused helium
was not permitted a girl child.
One did come and fleetingly leave before formed.
We’ll never know the sweetness of her.
Let the image of his manly self disperse, this son..
into the mist as his Father’s has…
to be remembered again, only in times of need, his need,
for to do anything else, would be to rub salt
in an open wound.
Poet: D. Guzzi
*the day after Christmas
Categories:
unburnable, caregiving, childhood, depression, devotion,
Form: Free verse