I love absurdity

A kind of beauty;

-Revealed only thru illogical wisdom.

A kind of beauty;

-That glints when reason
Walks out the door of my consciousness.

A kind of beauty;

-That defies logic's grasp.

I could see myself as I truly am.
what would I see???

That was before you
wanted
to do anything with us.

That was before I
trusted
you.

That was before I
trusted
anyone.

That was before I
trusted
myself.

That was when I
only trusted
the glow of my laptop in an empty room.

Do they ache
in the quiet
where my name once breathed?

Do their shadows stretch
toward mine
in sleep?

Or am I
the only echo
chasing its own sound?

the casualties of  war
it shocks me
to the core
the
barbed wire fences
at your door
then
we ask
for peace
once more

I was the first to cry
when daddy died
lying there so peacefully
in his golden casket
yet, I give him so much grief
being the youngest boy
in the family
always competing with my older
brothers for Daddy's affection
oh, what laddy I was back then
mischief knows me well
as long as I live,
on the face of this earth,
your son will earn his due, first
yet, prove his worth

behind this gun
a bruised and
shattered soul
when i am told
this is
my son
always on
the run

I see your silence, feel the sting,
The echo of a buried thing.
But know—I never sought to bruise
The healed parts you can’t afford to lose.

I didn’t come to dig the past,
Nor haunt you with a shadow cast.
If I have mirrored pain unknown,
It was never mine to throw, nor own.

You are not at fault for this return,
Nor are you wrong for what still burns.
But maybe in this tender light,
We both can learn to walk more right.