Hazel eyes so full of pain
leaking slow moving snakes of shame
like twisting streams down the cracks of his face.
Hollow and black like the deeds and the mire and muck he plays so impulsively in.
Liars lips begging forgiveness from a well long run dry
from putting out the endless dumpsterfires he creates from his chaos
& burning all who dance close enough to the flames
mouths gaping like fish out of water, perishing from the fumes of his toxic entrails.
Heart hardened and closed, mute to the cries
of the damaged, needy child within him
who bellows and then whines the apology verses that
are as familiar as the back of your own hand.
Nothing left of the man in this moment
just the plaintive cries of need and feed and bleed again.
Your saviour’s cape musty with age
polluted by the stench of regret and shattered trust.
Searching carefully for any shred of the man who so
lovingly brushed your hair by the light of the moon and
softly traced his name all over your skin with fingers that felt like butterflies landing
to soothe you back to sleep after the nightmares.
Your mind plays tricks and makes you
believe it can’t have been so long
but it has been years
since that man last appeared.
To witness daily the vanishing of the soul of a man
is a suffering that cannot be written in words
he seeks his solace in the flare of the flame
and in the pipe to his lips.