A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
The Unpinning I'm going to tell you why I don't need your love and then turn as if to someone else for a hug and remember why I'm alone, why I slumber in a blanket fort of dreams constructed in my child mind, clinging like those clothes pins to innocence since you dragged me out, asked me to play, taught me your games, told me I played wrong. You told me I let you down when we lost, bluntly told everything that was wrong with me, then treated me indifferently when you had other friends, sending me to solitude to think what I had done decades long, forcing others to experience my pain, relived again and again with every grubby face evilly staring back. how to purge this hatred you taught me, how to live in a fortress with someone who'll help me take down the pins, fold and store the bedding neatly, sparing a few to sleep on and dream like I did when I was a kid. but as a grown man, I only see forward a grave and no flowers, because you killed everything that blooms. 11.7.21 4.9.23 finding myself and not blaming me, or others, but the cruel, vicious life cycle I wasn't prepared for. to say I have a new tormentor is erroneous. but, say I discovered the truth about mean kids and how they set out to destroy you, thinking it would make them bigger people for swallowing innocent souls. My soul has long since been taken, succubus...succubi? |