As we all know mistakes
made were mine mine alone
no one else was at fault
To blame somebody else
in place of me is wrong
I the child was to blame
Reason should never try
to make sense of events
that took place long before
I read philosophy
in college to make sense
of my childhood gestalt
Under no conditions
should any reader hold
someone else to account
My life I choose freely
I acted as I did
a child who could not know
That day I did something
wrong so wrong my mother
made me take off my clothes
Enter the atrium
naked from head to toe
between two doors a frame
Removed my nakedness
from the rest of the world
no one knows anymore
Really the facts behind
this event I was bad
as the bad son I stole
Observe my mad childhood
where I could not make sense
on which dark horse to mount
Race away from my home
from the terror within
myself as rivers flow
Threats like these were common
I made mistakes a child
must be punished to pose
Hereafter no future
threat to society
they must beat the child down
Realize submission
power within the chain
of command never rests
Entirely in the hands
of he who makes mistakes
unless to show the whole
Argument gets denied
as lies false memories
fiction read by a pawn
Taken off the chessboard
once captured en passant
life is full of such tests
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