sorrow

& you’ll wake
              [alone]
    the same as you died
    the same as you were born
            in war
                the catalyst
                     was defined
             by an apocalyptic horn

 I’m sorry for
                  your
                  help
            I’m sorry
                    you were left lost
                                     somewhere/
                                          else

        They’re charging now| I think
        they may batter down the gates
            I may go unexplained
          but that piano in the darkness
                                                    plays…
  

–LM

Unsteady

Apoplectic;
but not at first:
It was a slow burn
to an infamous epiphany,
that lit the match.

My diagnosis, the
karmic weight.

All the damage I helped create.
I am cracked and scarred
in places I can’t show,
and you can’t see,
medicated for the rest
of my days.

I am my worst enemy,
says God, whispering the truth
to my face, and I will undo myself
in time.

I am the small percentage
who believes it is not a diagnosis
but my new identity; I had so many,
and if you knew me well, you’d agree.

-LM