Fractured fingers
Pace the corridors of your eyelids
Engulfed in the cold of winter's hull
I drift
Into a sombre coma
Images so colorless and pale
Scarred by the lucidity of your body
Buried alive
There lies no nurture upon the foundation of a broken home
I feel your spirit earthed within my skin
Your pulse and your presence course through my wrists
My body will burn just as yours did
Lit by the disparity of my emptiness
I bore witness to your fabricated guise
Consume the sentiment confined within a child's eyes
You are the chasm enclosed within my chest
Lest I lay my ambivalence to rest
Let my abhorrence manifest
I still feel you
I still hear you
My words and poems have turned sombre and grey
Upon the violence of nature
Whisking you away
A stranded child of dismantled faith
That no act of God could remunerate
Living, breathing, deadweight
And with the coming of my heresy
Downstream your body dissipates
I still discern the scars of your abandonment
Buried alive
There will spore no growth upon the casket of your lifeless soul
I feel your spirit earthed within my skin
Your pulse and your presence course through my wrists
My body will burn just as yours did
Lit by the disparity of my emptiness
My beautiful boy
Let my saunter guide you through
There's an acquired beauty in vacancy
And this I pass unto you
Sacred mother
You buried harmony in my palms
But in the scarcity of life's advent
I still seek your love and calm
My son
I beg you to find my light
The cancer was far too corrosive
A state too delicate to fight
My calloused fingers pray upon your presence
An animosity too dense to hold
Within an all but empty promise
I will carry you wherever I may roam
The spirits and torments that guide me into the hole in which I reside
They sing songs of your name at night
And if we were to make everything right
Be the bearer of my light
And I'll become your sacrifice
I will carry you wherever I may roam
This house is no longer a home