May your days be forever hateful
May your malice flow through pen
And allow all your pain passage
To the screening room
To the eyes of all of us apprentices
As you write of being alone
In a darkened apprehension
With heart, whose name you whisper,
"Broken," so softly, as if
You stand above its grave
And fear waking the dead
Aside- you are asleep
And need not remain silent
Nor deaf to all the shouts
Of the people in your room
Trying to get you up
From your coma, night terror,
Self contrived absence of light.
Your heart is not broken.
In fact, it needs a break.
The weight you put upon it
Is more than it can take.
I digress- may your days
Forever be hateful
And your nights filled
With the sweet fragrant perfumes
Of victory and love
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
May your days be forever hateful
May your malice flow through pen
And allow all your pain passage
To the screening room
To the eyes of all of us apprentices
As you write of being alone
In a darkened apprehension
With heart, whose name you whisper,
"Broken," so softly, as if
You stand above its grave
And fear waking the dead
Aside- you are asleep
And need not remain silent
Nor deaf to all the shouts
Of the people in your room
Trying to get you up
From your coma, night terror,
Self contrived absence of light.
Your heart is not broken.
In fact, it needs a break.
The weight you put upon it
Is more than it can take.
I digress- may your days
Forever be hateful
And your nights filled
With the sweet fragrant perfumes
Of victory and love
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