Farewell to the Bastards

The fragments of my heart are scattered now

across a lifetime spent in loneliness,

in twilight painted by the broken vows

of countless criminals. This sorry mess

of me is stretched across my memories

until the very fabric of my soul

is broken.


Dragged through pools of tears

and left out to dry 

in reality’s scorching light.

It’s hard to believe anymore,

hard to see outstretched arms

without waiting to be shoved away.

I long,

I yearn

to see, somehow, what everyone else sees,

to take back what those times and traitors stole.

These chains cry out; my mind screams for relief.

You speak your peace, a peace now still and brief,

a strength enough to breathe another breath

and whisper soft surrender to this death

of ages past. The memories die hard,

so save me, Savior, from each piercing shard.

Posted on April 30, 2013, in NaPoWriMo and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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