to not jump,
in anger or despair;
is to not feel,
though you do,
is instead
but to conceal,
the passion
of the moment;
whether bullets
load my eyes
or they kneel
before a pulpit;
repenting
even though
i’m disconnected,
a wire on the road;
it’s hard to live
being rejected
because change
has control now
and sometimes I forget
what was a memory;
but it’s not guilt
or a regret;
my friends
at first puzzled,
now they know;
i make movies
about reality
and the debts I owe;
my cheek
is revealed
and whole;
you took
advantage
of my soul;
but because
i’m so weak
your word
pierced my life
while forgiveness
became a sword;
you know it’s true,
the street is dark
under a light
and the sun
is eclipsed
by my sight