What do I expect to find?
When my ship cannot sail any longer.
When my bones turn to dust.
When I reach the end.
What do I expect to find?
I gave up on finding a way back to you
Many many moons ago.
Every time I visited
Nothing had changed
But the look on your face
No longer showed the pain.
The pain I had caused for years.
And our children smile just the same.
I gave up on the end.
I threw myself over and under
Every violent wave
And I tried to drown myself
In every brown bottle.
I gave up on god.
He never answered me anyways.
If He was ever there,
He must’ve taken the same route as me.
And drowned himself in a bottle too deep to survive.
What do I expect to find?
When I write to no one.
When I scream at the moon,
Even though it was I
Who caused the monsoon.
And I can’t stop.
You’re always there.
In every word I speak.
In every breath I breathe.
In every line
In every poem
In everything.
And I’ve tried to cleanse myself of you.
Maybe it’s not what I’ll find.
Maybe it’s what I’ve found.