Existence in the quiet place
between the changing of times
is safe, is sad, is constant, and
filled with disdain. That is where I went
to escape the cruelty
of your bawling silence.
With whom does my anger more agree?
Should I blame your disgusting selfishness
or my callow desire to please?
How can a man not love his daughter?
How can a person ******
hate, and distort the world...
yet think himself desired and puissant?
I cannot say I hate you,
because to do so is to deny
the vulnerability of my injury.
But I can and will shout
to the farthest corner
of my and your collective universe...
"Your apathy sickens me!
Every tense muscle in my body cringes
as I ***** your feigned love!"
I will no longer rehearse
your betrayal over and over,
hoping each time for a
different conclusion.
My days twisted between the years
have reached their conclusion.
I am starting a new season,
leaving your carcass
to be eaten by the passage of time.
- Kerry Herrmann
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
Existence in the quiet place
between the changing of times
is safe, is sad, is constant, and
filled with disdain. That is where I went
to escape the cruelty
of your bawling silence.
With whom does my anger more agree?
Should I blame your disgusting selfishness
or my callow desire to please?
How can a man not love his daughter?
How can a person ******
hate, and distort the world...
yet think himself desired and puissant?
I cannot say I hate you,
because to do so is to deny
the vulnerability of my injury.
But I can and will shout
to the farthest corner
of my and your collective universe...
"Your apathy sickens me!
Every tense muscle in my body cringes
as I ***** your feigned love!"
I will no longer rehearse
your betrayal over and over,
hoping each time for a
different conclusion.
My days twisted between the years
have reached their conclusion.
I am starting a new season,
leaving your carcass
to be eaten by the passage of time.
- Kerry Herrmann
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