For Walter

I wonder where you are now

I wonder if you're in pain

I wonder if you deserve it

You once mentioned that God forgave you

  and that I was to atone for one who did not

I have tried to hate you

I have tried to hold every memory

Every last one of them

In a hand in my head

And crush them out

Smash them as I would smash you

  if you were still here

For some reason that is not pity

  I cannot

I realize what you were

You were a broken boy that grew into a broken man

You seemed hell-bent (ha, hell) on breaking me



You failed



And now... you can never succeed

Hide behind your shield of false faith

As you can see

You served the wrong one

The God you spoke of

Protected me after all



Let the circle end, with me



Let it end


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k. carlisle's picture

I know how you feel on this- especially "the circle ends with me". It's easy to hand down poison; the difficult path is recognizing it and not passing it on.
I also like the point about the God he tried to name and use being the same one that sheltered you... it's a great example of people worshipping a label, not the item it describes.

David Bow's picture

Wow. That's extremely powerful. The end almost perfectly echoes a thought I have often.

Karyn Indursky's picture

Bitter sweet endings in a bitter world seems fit after taking the good from the bad while never ceasing to let go of negativity coursing through our mortal blood, but sometimes we dare to repress it as an allowance in moving forward in our lives as you have and for that I commend you for not allowing "Walter" to kill you from the inside out.

onelilartist's picture

Well said. I too have risen above the torment of a lunacy I had to endure. Sometimes I wonder just how well I survived, but at least I survived and HE has to live with that fact every day. Good job.

Jessica

Charlotte Johnson's picture

My Sweet Son,
Your words echo the feelings I have had but am not so able to express. You can write through your sorrows and pain so beautifully. I cried a river with this one. love, mom