The Sins of the Fathers

Mercury falls, and I once more

Feel the coldness of the night;
As I am, I am incomplete,
Without serenity and warmth,
Distanced, free to explore—
Desperate for sustaining strands
Of sanity to darken my way
As I stumble through the corridor,
Lost as usual in the clumsyness of the night.
Destined, chosen, lost—enlightenment
Of the brighter dismal—they float
Along, suspended, knowing they’re
Saving strength, while ability
To partake is dissolving in me—
The Gillman closes its doors early,
Pushing me out into the downpour;
The downtrodden walk empty through
The urban pipe, taking hit after hit;
The Rhine flows with blood, mixing
With misery at the Thames, spewing
Malady out into the bay, covering
Angel Island like kudzu, burying
Me within its vegetation.
Take me with you.

           10/22/96 4:33am


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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