I'm often burdened when I close my eyes.
I don't think of you on account of my own sanity.
Still it seems you find a window when I shut the blinds to the world.
A light follows despair.
Your voice calms my fury.
My guilt allows peace between us.
Bright as your reflection in my mind,
Snow print of your body eating away at my conscious,
It is not like you were ever there twelve years ago.
I never wanted you there.
I never knew you apart from current figments of my faulted reality,
As well as the moment I look in the mirror everyday and see my mother.
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