Toward Eternity

The small
Quiet voice
Asked me to write
Of the highest of callings.

That I should turn my gaze towards the gods.

That I should speak of grandeur, greatness and glory.

I was not moved.

No words came,
Other than these few;

I feel nothing
But the sun upon my skin,
The dirt under my feet,
And weight of this moment
Stretching toward eternity.

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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spider

i killed
instinctively
moving before thought
its body crushed under my heel
only in death
could I see
the beauty
of its life

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Mere Imaginings

Almost everything
I remember
Of you
Are mere imaginings

Just the stories
Shared
Of a man
Long gone
Made real
By the desperate
Longings of a son
To feel
Something
Anything
For his father
Other than shame

My dwindling pride
Clinging
To the hope
That perhaps
You were once
Something more
Than the shell
You became

I tell them
I never knew that man
That those memories
Are not mine
Yet now
Those lies
They are all I have of you
Beyond the small scatterings
Of pain
I learnt to forget

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Triggered

I cannot whisper
The words I wish to scream

Tears fall
At the precipice of silence

Unmoving internal chaos
Catatonic rage

Memories of the present
Give way to realities of the past

All again
All at once

Visions flash
To the beat of the body’s rocking

The internal observer
Watches helpless

Why can’t you see I’m suffering?
Don’t you dare touch me

Thank god
For Valium

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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These Words

These words
Are such a limp expression
Of the rage
You’ve evoked
Within me

You cannot fathom
The pain I could induce
Were I to yield
The full weight of my mind
Upon the sole task
Of destroying yours

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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The Mountain

If I knew
How hard
I’d have to work
In order
To not have to
Work so hard
I’d have probably
Settled for a day job

Only now
Do I realize
Just how tall
The mountain
Truly is
And how strong
I’ll have to be
To climb it

Nonetheless
I am grateful
For my ignorance
For it made me
Strong enough
To believe
That I can become strong enough
To make it
To the top

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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The Candle Burns

The candle burns
Giving light
Giving warmth

By fulfilling its function
It destroys itself
By destroying itself
It serves others

The candle burns
Sacrificing itself
For us

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Seen Through Their Eyes

Seen through their eyes
my father’s shame
a new disguise.
Their questions,
first responded to by lies,
then by compromise,
and finally by a summarize
of all the things I despise.

Somehow they are surprised
to find me so compromised,
so paralyzed,
So utterly debilitized
with my inability to
sit analyzed
and scrutinized
and demoralized
and so clearly despised.

Of course they’ve taken offence
at my dropping of the pretense.
How could I have been so dense
to think they could handle my defense,
to think they’d want me to get off the fence,
to think they’d want my two cents?
Yes I’m intense.
Yes my pain presents as a nuisance.
Yes my demons are immense.
It’s common sense
All they see is my father in me.
How’s that for a recompense?

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Unfortunately

How
Can I accept
Your offer to help
When that very offer
Is tainted?

By opening myself
To your love
I would also be reopening
The old wounds
Inflicted by you

Unfortunately
For both of us
Your love
Isn’t strong enough
To stop that pain

Unfortunately
For both of us
I am not
Strong enough
To move on

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Pretentious Words

Insert pretentious words here
To abstractly elucidate beauty
Ensure reader’s confusion
And thus embarrassed admiration
As they critique themselves
For not ‘getting it’
Then watch as they lose interest
Relegating all poetry
As something beyond their reach

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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