Stooped and aged
Bobbing along planted rows
Squat - feel - twist - pull
Gently placed amidst its kin
Barry Straw continues on
Aged and stooped
Picking plucking bobbing along
Paid by the punnet
Paid by strawberry fare…
Misunderstood,
Intoxicated by pounding blood,
My anguish spins scarlet psychosis,
Your heart desires no more.
How could I not understand?
The light for which you lust,
Flared once, then, died.
Swallowed by an abyss,
In which,
All hope must surely perish.
Offer your love no more.
How could I not understand?
We have lost our light.
My dread grows
As the dagger of your words
Falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me,
And darkly my vitae drip
To broken ground.
In numbness I call your name
While oblivion surrounds me.
Now alone,
My essence falls from darkened eyes.
Distracted
.
Abstracted from reality
Questioning my validity
Rational in obscurity
Dissipates in clarity
.
Bloodstains and powder-burns
On my pillow
In this storm of hate
I still love you
.
Twisting
I am awash in blood and pain
Shattering
I await my lover's bloody kisses
Love forgotten
The blade kissed me deeply
This is your love
A deadened morass of bitterness
You say “Don't do this, don't do that”
You say “Look at me I'm talking to you”
You say “Don't speak with food in your mouth”
You say “Don't use that tone to me”
You say “Don't ever talk back”
You say “You're just too young to know
and when you're older you'll understand”
I say
“Don’t you talk to me like that,
You’re not my ward of state
Just my biological parent
You don’t sort out my wellbeing,
Safety and comfort -
Just your own selfish desires -
You discarded me
A two hour visit each week
Gives you no rights”
