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
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.
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.