Day: Oct 6, 2021

You are my ancestral curse,

Swaying in the wind every fall,

Tangling up my words.

Once in a while I hear the call,

It punctures me like darts,

But I just close the curtains,

Picking apart my broken parts,

Decaying from feeling uncertain.

You are my last blood nemesis,

Racing me for the crown.

I climb your twisted fallacies,

Hoping I can burn this town.

You paint me with parentheses,

Re-explaining my oldest scars,

Claiming I belong on my knees

When I have won all our wars.

-JW