Friday, March 22, 2013


Stones and sorrow in the third part;
What used to be a heart
Now a den to keep the pieces-
Broken, rejected and spat upon.
These days you teach -
You preach a pyramid scheme of forgiveness-
Where you use the sacred book
To illustrate its need
All the while holding the razor
That sliced me open.
Oh yes, oh yes
And one day I will learn
To forgive.
Forgive the friend who sliced
And diced and laughed
And blamed
The blood on me.
And I’ll be free;
Ripped apart and free,
Like a tattered flag,
A standard of failed communication,
Knowing you to be too consumed
To ever hear my voice;
To ever acknowledge your choice.