Memory
Poem about the relationship with his mother and the burden of her decisions.
-Ever-present memory pressing on my sanity.-
Cradled behind my eyes sleeps the past, pressed against the corners in a nightmare frenzy. I'm going to burst with bitter nostalgia; leaking out the cracks in my lashes.
-Half-sleeping, still awake, but dream weeping.-
Dust are all the books of old but I carry her in bone. Inprisoned in my cartillage; a cell within my ribs. Fingers tear at my silence, killing me with time.
-All are red; words left unsaid.-
Left chained to the bottom of my throat, this pain steals my breath away. Phantasmic relief beckons with deceitful glee. Her eyes like fire in my reflection, as my blood runs the river red.
-Long ago I forgot, what once was good can rot.-
The reaper can kill in the living, making blind all those that see. Hidden away behind a mother's smile, slithers a hate so strong and foul. A curse upon a firstborn; a curse not only mine.
-Embrace the visionary for her trouble shall not ferry.-
Colossus doubts crush my lungs as I attempt to handle the pitch in my spine. Legs quiver under the sun, unshielded in its gaze. Armageddon; I came from the end- birthed from the abyss.