yoUr bLiSS
Bluelighter
lyle #2
1/26
i don't cry very often
petty tears are worthless
and a waste of time
something has to hurt
in the worst way possible
to evoke even one salty tear
this time last year
my father was in the hospital
"prepare for the worst"
they said
and i cried
that was the last time i cried
until today
you would think that unused tear ducts
would run a little dry
but my tears poured out in gallons today
i cursed god
i cursed your mother
i cursed your so called friends
i cursed all who would listen
i screamed and kicked
tore and bit
smashed and broke
23 years and i'm the first one to say anything
the first one to care enough
how did this slip through the cracks?
was your file misplaced?
your number passed over?
your simple yet pure soul
not important enough to save????
so here i sit
covered in scattered tears
frustration
helplessness
wonder and disbelief
tears for a lost little boy
with a heart of gold
steered down the wrong road
blindfolded and in reverse
by the very one who should have protected him
tears for your impenetrable soul
tarnished lightly
yet still radiating
such warmth
such purity
to all those who take the time
to take a closer look
i cried myself to sleep
the tears had to stop somehow...
1/26
i don't cry very often
petty tears are worthless
and a waste of time
something has to hurt
in the worst way possible
to evoke even one salty tear
this time last year
my father was in the hospital
"prepare for the worst"
they said
and i cried
that was the last time i cried
until today
you would think that unused tear ducts
would run a little dry
but my tears poured out in gallons today
i cursed god
i cursed your mother
i cursed your so called friends
i cursed all who would listen
i screamed and kicked
tore and bit
smashed and broke
23 years and i'm the first one to say anything
the first one to care enough
how did this slip through the cracks?
was your file misplaced?
your number passed over?
your simple yet pure soul
not important enough to save????
so here i sit
covered in scattered tears
frustration
helplessness
wonder and disbelief
tears for a lost little boy
with a heart of gold
steered down the wrong road
blindfolded and in reverse
by the very one who should have protected him
tears for your impenetrable soul
tarnished lightly
yet still radiating
such warmth
such purity
to all those who take the time
to take a closer look
i cried myself to sleep
the tears had to stop somehow...
