Spiri!

Spiri why’d you leave me 

My guilt whispers how didn’t you notice the door wasn’t closed completely 

My father’s words shouts nothing in life is easy 

My faith is what keeps my heart beating that and deep breathing 

Spiri do you hear me 

Go back inside Spiri 

I’m kicking and screaming 

It’s too late to say please don’t leave me

Life isn’t kind but death she’s the real bitch I don’t like 

Spiri don’t die 

Especially if you’re not in my arms tonight 

You’re causing me to speak out of dark humor

And spite 

You’re showing me that everything will be alright 

Except you leaving 

That’s the one that will keep me up at night 

When the world sleeps 

I’ll be awake replaying my mistakes 

I’ll see you hobbling into the light 

I’ll know I failed you one too many times 

I can’t live without you 

But I’ll try 

I’ll try for Muri who can’t stop searching for the yin to her yang 

You fucked us all up with this one 

You can hear us crying if you listen 

If only I could see you before this nightmare sets in. 



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