For a moment intuition kicked in, the reality I will never be a part
of your blood, life or family
for a moment I’m not a part
of your life, your circle, your photos
for this moment I do not exist
I am, I was and still a memory, a shell of existence
for a moment I’m empty, tired, numb, fucked off
for a moment, my soul is crying, dying fighting the truth, the lie,
the made up scene in my head
for a moment my world shattered, crumbled, died or
did I face the undeniable inconsolable truth
the truth thats always been there, my fears
that ensnare, that encapsulate
that slaughter, that stabs the heart of me
me, who am I in the picture, no one, this picture
of family that stands, no one, that’s happy, that exists without me
me, who is me. No one, nothing of importance. Noted, that’s me.
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