Sins
I don’t know what’s right or wrong anymore.
A drama queen, baby, a fool, disapprovement
are words that hit me like chasing windmills
Friends are for life like the family we get stuck
into like heroes we look up to as though they have
become prophets.
Trust is just like a dead father's club
constructed pieces of letters that should
have never existed.
Acting as though you're the queen
of racism hitting your
tongue like the quan
Do I have the tongue of a Phantom?
Gliding through humor hearing your
rudeness cascade my shadow
like the honesty of a heart.
Your faces swarm
inside my mind, tempting my tongue
to become sharp with words
I have hate, no drama, no trust
but the pain that follows.
That has disappeared without
your accent upon my tongue
like you once owned my
invisible chains like crested
record players playing cyndi
Lauper
Your apologies are nothing
but the scum beneath me
Your actions would have caused
me drama, like lighting matches
to the flames
If your actions succeeded
like gasoline that
became the death of me.
I have freed my demons
to the water, my wings
to the ravaged air
My heart has become pure,
eyes of menaced sadness
subsided into the daydreams
of my dreams like sorting
habits into bottles marked
by the man above.
That can’t always cleanse us of our sins.
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