What We Need
5-6-17 183 words
I do not need your
anger, I do not need your blame,
I do not need
accusations intended to drive me totally insane,
I already have my
demons alive and living well
inside all my worst
fears in my personal living hell
all the hurts held
so tight inside my little childlike brain,
carried from the
distant times when monsters ruled the Cane,
carried from an
ancient place farther than the farthest shore,
as surely as Adam
left the garden to go back nevermore,
who can measure my
memories buried so deep in my twisted dna,
or whether I have to
flee or fight, to live another day,
all my stored up
terror from eluding all my foes,
all my rage and
violence that ended with brutal blows,
so save me from your
ceaseless scowl and all of your disdain,
try to find a
quieter place free from fear and pain,
where we can find
some sweetness and remember why we're here,
where we can
remember all the reasons we once found our love so dear.
