It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you

Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.

Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…

A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,

My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.

I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.

From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…