yearning for shelter
Fri Mar 14, 2008 Filed in: Poetry
last night I dreamt that I tortured a man
the anger grinding inside my bones
like shattered iron into bedrock
I watched his will sputter and croak
clenched the comic burble
whimpering through useless bloody lips
his dying hope my fuel of wrath
I dreampt fear, rendered into guilt
a sour fog in my lungs,
I could not fathom forgiveness.
he was bound to the chair and I to my rage,
and each blow fattened the impatient grudge.
I woke up yearning for shelter
a bed of warm earth
to break open underneath me,
a garden to sow tears.
the anger grinding inside my bones
like shattered iron into bedrock
I watched his will sputter and croak
clenched the comic burble
whimpering through useless bloody lips
his dying hope my fuel of wrath
I dreampt fear, rendered into guilt
a sour fog in my lungs,
I could not fathom forgiveness.
he was bound to the chair and I to my rage,
and each blow fattened the impatient grudge.
I woke up yearning for shelter
a bed of warm earth
to break open underneath me,
a garden to sow tears.
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