No body knows me
let the grey be all
they see.
Let only I
and the owl alone
catch that scent
of death in the air.
From across the
blazing asphalt
I watch children
chase balloons
across manicured lawns.
I stand like a
ghost and will the
balloons to float
just out of
reach of a
double braided
little girl.
As the wind catches
the childrens losses
the faintest
of smiles
flashes across
my face.
As I look
up and catch
4 more losses
that have now
been forever
taken by
the winds
of my memory.
A message I
send to one of
my only friends.
Let it reach
him or her
before I change
my mind again.
I've opened up
and presented to
them nothing.
No body knows
me,
let the poppies
blood cleanse me.
The pain I produce
is not infectious.
It's private,
it slowly tortures me.
Like the stammer
and those
years,
it destroys me.
I count four colors
forever taken
by the wind.
And 3 children
who's
teary eyes
and scornful
stares are now
fixed on me.
I look to
the heavens and
smile toward their
loss.
Let those floating
colors be their
only hurt.
Let them never
know my smile,
Shield them
from the
Dragon.
I'm numb enough,
I can take it,
Let them be
and lay all that you
got right here.
Right over here.
Right all over
me.
Lay it on me,
your payments
I've recieved
before.
And yet somehow
I find myself still
indebt to you.
Let them grow
old and wonder.
Let them wonder
before
they began to
forget.
Let them join all
the rest.
Let them
become
enemies
of my sorrow.
Let them quietly
fall into their
existence.
Let them Be.
You've already
taken all that
was left
of me.