Wings of Wax

****Just a note that this is not how I feel now.****
Scars
intersect bisect
sinews taut
muscles abused
face
ridged
scream of rictus.
Black eyed
bleak
tears
boulders upon cheeks
shoulders slump
fear reigns
shadows creeping
peeking
under the bed
monsters lay not there
but upon the bed.
Never leaving
insinuating
whispering
voice always in the ear
in my mind
dragging me down
dredging up old memories.
Stare at the ceiling
blank
numb
digging fingers into mattress
keep me grounded
keep me sane
for if I let go
higher I shall fly
encumbered no longer
until the sun swallows me whole.
©June 22/20
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Happy Father’s Day

***I wrote this poem 2 years ago when I finally came to terms with what had happened to me. Be aware that this can be a trigger poem.***

All around the world
from east to west
children celebrate their fathers
while I wish you dead.
Wait…..
you already are….
dead that is
although you haunt my nights
you haunt my memories
terrorizing me still.
Creeping and scurrying
hoping that none see
you stole my childhood
when all trusted you
to keep me sheltered.
I seriously cannot account
for the hatred that I feel
I would rather stab you in the heart
than acknowledge you as my procreator.
Did you think that I would fear
the gates of hell?
Did you think that I would not dance with the devil
if only to watch you burn?
It turns out
that I am capable of murder
for all the troubles you did cause
I have been promised
that when I arrive in Hell
I will be your tormentor
as you have been mine.
©June 17/18
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