Blank page in my face
Staring at me without a trace
Of memory from minutes before.
Demanding answers from the debauchery of my soul –
I shake my fist at the bloody sky!
Impotent in my rising,
Covering nothing but the space,
Between You and I
It’s not like You haven’t seen it all before!
Laugh out loud then!
Shut the door.
My ink covers you methodically,
Seeping blood smearing its way
to the heart of the matter.
The wound hasn’t changed dammit!
Only the hand that writes of it.
I won’t allow the blood spilled to be fruitless
It has been my greatest teacher-
Love’s epic demise!
For I have found the windows through the shutters
and taken the time to peer
Maybe one day
You will allow me
in an afternoon
To show you
What mysteries I have found!