Feb 2016
Self-Portrait
I am disaster.
I am the heavy rain crashing against your window and disturbing your peaceful sleep. I am the overwhelming snowstorm, and I'm every car wreck that it has caused. I am the phone call from the hospital asking you to identify a missing child. I am the empty funeral home at the wake. I am the tombstone with no name. I am the finger down the throat. I am the razor against the wrist. I am the butterfly, but only after it's wings are clipped. I am not holy, I am sin. I'm never the beautiful sunrise in the morning.
*I am every ******* lonely 3 A.M.
I am disaster.
I am the heavy rain crashing against your window and disturbing your peaceful sleep. I am the overwhelming snowstorm, and I'm every car wreck that it has caused. I am the phone call from the hospital asking you to identify a missing child. I am the empty funeral home at the wake. I am the tombstone with no name. I am the finger down the throat. I am the razor against the wrist. I am the butterfly, but only after it's wings are clipped. I am not holy, I am sin. I'm never the beautiful sunrise in the morning.
*I am every ******* lonely 3 A.M.
Old poem that I posted and deleted quite some time ago.
