A More Decent Place
a poem
Published in
Aug 31, 2022
Out here runnin’ game
on these pains
Head up, walking ahead
in my shame.
Nevermind you, these stains,
left behind
by your once loving gaze,
long since exchanged.
Tryin to find the words
to explain
the pain of the played
living free in my brain.
My focus is broken;
never the same.
A new way of thinking
on making my way
and finding my place.
How strange is the change
from being us to me
when we were the way?
Each dawn brings a day.
Hearts beating, not blood,
but poisonous rain
from our clouds of mistakes.
We don’t need more war,
just peace and some space
away from the things we swore
when in a more decent place.
