Penciled in your name date and time as if I'm being tested and this scantron is vital to getting answers
I've been back and forward, pacing, within pain and guilt wandering around my consciousness trying to walk out of the present and into the past
It was you who brought us upright, presented us to the world as your parents, gave us pride and prejudice because we were iffy about anyone touching you but us
Selfish?
Yes
Prepared?
We'd like to think so
Ready to give you the world, gift wrapped, just to see your eyes light up when you felt the oceans bleed through your veins and see the sky reflect in your eyes
I get stuck in the daze of possibility, when we smiled at you, and even when we loss you
Labor day built monuments of labor unrest and there's no skyline of strength nor pride that'll help me get over it
Evening of nine twelve fourteen, gloves on my hands, scrubs on my body and feet, the excitement that swelled the bolder of sorrow that awaited me
What do you tell a father that loses his namesake or a mother that nurtured a god within her womb until he was ready to shed grace and exuberance on the world?
How do you mâché a crumbled world until it's whole again?
On the borders of my sin-sations I orbited around a huddle of AllÄh and her equals waiting for cover of my bottled emotions so they may finally seal my fate