Note: My first poem in a long time. Rough Draft. A little emo. Real flashbacks. My growing theory of the human psyche.
I passed a note
And still today
They told me she left school in tears
Men, Women, myself with my eyes closed
My father hugged me
Carried boxes, lamps
And blocked out the alien creaks
Books, corpses, manuscripts of arguments
When I said ‘fuck you’ and felt like a poet.
To be tossed about the floor.
Now adulthood is upon me,
He never reached it
And I am to sort this mess
He couldn’t sort his. He told me on greened bench.
With a dying flashlight.
Neither could I.
Saul was blinded by light.
I’m still scared of the dark.