Ghosts

[entaru]

Is this what you saw
that made you not care, befriending you to the bottle?
is this what you felt when you woke at night?
what put the gun into your hand?
took away your security?

this the nature of your abyss.

am I the prodigal son
the heir to the disease
have I come to this world
only to lay down and let it roll over me
like you
What if I do not want this
can I find hope in humanity
you did not