Eyes agate
cold
Hard black
ice
Hatred’s
disengagement
Disappointments
toughened gaze
I remember
the silence
Of simple
words unspoken
“I love you”
never heard
Until doubt
made me ask
Thrown away
line
“Of course”
And
God loves
you if you are good
How could I
be good enough
For God
When flesh
of flesh
Was never
good enough for you
Sperm grown
from you
Male of
male
Your hatred
of your sexuality
Thrown full
force in my face
Do I
forgive?
It’s the
Christian thing to do
Yet truth
be told
I’m not
sure I do
There is a
part, Kronos like of mythology
Would take
a sickle to dis-embowel
To see in
eyes agate cold
The pain
you caused in me
They say it’s
patricide
Yet how
could it be
That implies
you were
A father to
me
Your restless
soul
Stalks the
corridors of eternity
Still comes
back to me
And I
confess
If I could
rip your soul apart
I’d tear
you space from space
I’d throw
my rage back in your face
Your disappointing
son
I know you
passed to me
The legacy of
our family
Yet you and
your God
Were impotent
Content to
rage in
Hatred for
your humanity
And wreck
revenge
On me
And I, Vesuvius
capped
Have learnt
to smile
Yet sulphuric
volcanic rage
Within subterranean
layers roils
For I
remember
But I will
not let you win
Anger will
be transformed
The phoenix
will rise within
Thank you for sharing such deep reflections of existence. Kronos will lose his grip and Vesuvius will cool. The Phoenix rises!
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