Jun 2023 – The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright

Blame

I wasn’t the bad guy, I wasn’t your torment.

I was the last prophet for your killer temptations.

You left mud on people like they were your doormats

And you blamed me for it with no hesitation.

-Jackie

I read the sentences off the page like it wasn’t a testimony,

A testament to the heaven and hell you once ruled.

I sung paragraphs until words became homophonies,

And the phone never rung,

It just called me a damned fool.

-Jackie

I don’t think it was the ray of light that stopped us

And I don’t trust gods who wanted to cause the ruckus.

It wasn’t the moon and it wasn’t the sun in the sky.

If I ask you twice, you must come up with a better lie.

I don’t think it was the hope that kept us in the game,

And I don’t believe that people’s luck are all the same.

It wasn’t my grace and it wasn’t my fear of death,

But I swear I heard you laughing as the dull crowds wept.

-Jackie

The avalanches only buried one half of the truth,

The snowfall only hid away one side of you.

Bloodshot eyes stared at me from the furthest corner,

And I couldn’t escape when I crossed the border.

-Jackie