Saturday, April 11, 2015

river of tears

this is your voice in
the silence between us

these are the ideas of god
and godlessness set

my hands cold and
never holding you

your fears
which have come to define me

being sorry
which is one form of defeat
and what i wait for is
the day
you tell me you hate me

what i believe in are
acts of futility

the hands of saviors
nailed to church doors

anger that can be
directed outwards

and the question
isn't who you'll save but
who you'll let down

and the days are all weights
the truths i give you
look emaciated when placed
against what you've built
in your mind

this person i've become
has to be someone's fault

give me this much at least

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