How To Die Independently.

Gifted
are their words,
yet I wish to defy
all that I have touched.
The stage is a hurricane,
killing, drivelling,
engrossing me with
the hunt to find perfection.
No longer can keys
force me to win others
while I am displayed
as a mere
showcase.

I am already perfectly maimed.

My father defeated
all my love
by exiting wordlessly,
watching his children
grow
from tamed reports,
unnoticed.

My mother distorted summer
until my brother and I
were intensely stranded-
I was the hated
who held nothing back.
The new air clawed
like hopeless people
reviving a dead function.
Light threatened
to break my shield,
representing
a beach well walked,
reeking of disclosed
grease
and ginger fools.

Suddenly,
I was led around
but I knew
no one could change me,
impel me
to act the bombed fool-
of neglect
of crime.
of beer tattooed bodies.

Culprits were everywhere
awakened;
somehow I ended up
being trusted
by the broken man
who stole half my life...
more than my mother's.

It took imprisonment
and an army of police
to net me back in
before
I was let loose,
let to learn by living,
able to hide the sun;
He loved me
without pressure,
giving free silence
to let me see
how to protect
myself.

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7/04/2011
For: M&M Mini Poetry Game.