words

I choose to forget
All that made you real,
The space I leased to you in this brief burning existence
I revoke

The momentary lapse of judgment leaves a mark,
An impression of bad times
That will fade,
Slowly,
Until you are gone with it

Spinning in crisis mode,
Your default state is chaos,
The forever victim,
Outcast among outcasts
In the aftermath of some greater tragedy

You are the sum total of your traumas
Unable to grow beyond them
A stunted flower bent over
In pursuit of its shadow

I leave the darkness to you

2019sm