Jacqs Sullivan
18 October 2024
You are not who I thought you would be        here     now    then
A barren arid desert, lifeless
Each month, shedding, a life lost, fruitless, just labour
desolate, bare thinning blood
not thicker than water, no comfort or warmth
Rubbing hard to erase a thick and heavy rear view,Â
soaked with tried and tested failuresÂ
who convinced you to be something you never wanted to be
plucking your privacy, beating you down
in the name of some twisted, unadulterated...liberation?
From what, from who, from where did it spawn
unknown forces, your mind, to ignore who you are
an attack on your heart, set free
from love and emotion, no devotion
a deep connection lost to something lesser
With every unknown choice thrust upon you
your head droops closer to the raging fire
everything you did without thinking clearly
neglecting to honour the love wrapped up inside
drifting further and further from something greater.