The heartache of innocence
created by soiled memories,
drove the devils dice
through God's eyes,
my hollow scream
split in two
frozen fears
ideas
ill informed,
stomped out education by
raising hell within my childlike mind.
Mother was manipulated six fold,
father?
the guiding hand,
fists for favour and folly,
uncompromising unity of the left and right.
The only place to hide
was the distant dream
drowned,
towering brothers of immense power,
our only playground of green
browns and
blood reds,
bitter sweet utterance, windswept.
Mother was grotesque,
father?
the binding glue,
clotted the gaping wound,
my vacuum I called strangelove.
Hereditary ignorance of emotion
treasured more than my passing heartbeats,
captured in the wrong time,
born to two monsters,
reconciliation raped by retribution.
I turned full throttle:
left them behind,
severed
yet forever entwined.
©2007 Michaela James.
A journey into the depths of my heart, mind and soul. "From my heart a single tear hangs low..." {Pink Raven}
13/08/2007
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