My deepest
My love
My wish
My energy
You fill me up
You fill me with butterflies and daylight
You glow in the dark
and you do everything so slowly
your eyes look at me and they tell me the time of day
How could I have done this to you
How could I have done this to me
What am I? Man or beast?
Neither, I'm a boy
I am so sorry
My heart cries
it cries and it screams
there is blood, there is terror
My mind can't keep up
with where you're going
Everything is so tipped
All the weight is to the left
It could have been so easy
you were right there the whole time
Now you are not
I have no right to know where you are
I have forfeited all of my rights
I wish with every last drop of blood
I wish it was different
But alas, I have caught up to myself
Justice has come and taken me during the night
while I sleep
Justice has sunk its sword deep into my ribs
and out my back
Justice has come for you too
It has not come in the night
it has come in the day
Justice has come to rescue you
From the mutilated and grotesque fingers which makeup my hands
I cut them off, they are disgusting hands after all
No matter, Justice left Sunday.
About the Creator
Colin Wareham
Someone once told me writing is therapeutic. Don't bully me.
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