A Graceful Morning

echos off in the distance

the song of who I coulda been

coulda done

blood soaking with sin

parasites

I close my eyes

and the demon disappears

the wall is an eggshell offwhite

I have three lamps on at night

my notebook says Brave

my mom was shouting be brave

dad says to behave

Sometimes I cant tune things out

the ringing stops

autumn rain like a Goddess crying

Angel tears on a broken dawn

morning, mourning, boring broken.

the way to a mountain full of words unspoken

sometimes I was tortured by an imagined future

I realize now that I am crying

Autumn tears on a broken morning

rushing to the peak of elevation

all that ignored chaos of creation

Retracing the future to save our American life

Rushing to the golden clouds

thunder like the whip, like the knife

Finding nothing beautiful but the sound

of what they say beneath the ground.