For I Am Their Child

Oct 16, 2012 19:06

Liquids rain from narrowed necks, cascading down my throat.
My vision shakes but my reality is too firm.
I know not what lies around me but I know what has delved into my head.
Thoughts of things that I’d rather forget.
These liquids are my refuge, my secret getaway.
I realize not the consequences but the worries that always fade.
For I am the mother

I knew what I had done, but not what I was doing.
Too quickly did I lose my head and dive into the wrong waters.
I didn’t know before that a small pool was capable of creating such waves.
I loved you once, but then I thought I loved her.
Now I want neither; I just want my life.
But what life can you have? When you know you’re a bluff.
For I am the father

Cries are released from my throat but are locked away by silence.
For once I wished for a strike to the face- something to tell me this was real.
The liquids and pools that drown those around me lie as puddles around my feet.
I want to be swept away by their current- escape just as they did.
I am a survivor, and I pity myself.
They found a door while I am bound out of reach from that luxury.
For I am the child

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