Look for me in the corner of the room -
Crouched down bearing the wait of pain.
Living on the edge of the blade, slowly cutting me in two.
The right side of my brain contemplates where it all went wrong.
The left side paints poems with words hiding tears away.
One brain to hold in the endless chasm.
Is heaven still there in the tipping point –
Between fathers and the grave of unexpected premises?
Shadows cast nothing in the noonday of my soul.
Firm handshake. Powerwalk. Frolicking in play.
Father. Husband. Christian. Atheist.
Asleep while laughter comes from downstairs.
The soul’s GPS is broken, and we’ve been driving for a while not sure where to go.
Tell me when to turn back.
Hand out the window going up and down in the wind currents.
Trying to be everything when inside I am nothing.
Sympathetic daydreams try to lull me into something more.
Night terrors remind me of why I scream.
The roads are always under construction.
One empire built no top of another.
Bones of forgotten lessons crumble to dust under the pressure.