Caged

I welcomed you into my life,
When I was whole and strong;
I disclosed all of my strife;
You vowed you would belong.

You were privy to each moment;
All my loved ones knew you:
For I fought to make it just so:
How else could we be true?

But I have never known your home,
For you had no real say,
I have walked around your life –
In mine, I built your way.

After you’ve left, door ajar,
Drawers empty, faith torn,
You did not leave just me, my love,
You left a family forlorn.

Each wound I laid down before you,
Back when you wanted me;
You slept, baked, loved, lived, in these walls,
They probe now, seeking clarity.

Everyone I brought to you,
Now question, grieve and rage –
With each talk, I relive your loss –
It cannot fade, for it does not age.

Your life has none who know me,
Not even the lone sibling,
Whose time I chose to ask for,
Whose voice you sought to bring…

No one speaks for me, before you;
But I speak with many each day;
They cry, when I cry, having known you;
Each wish to have their say.

I gave you what you did not have,
I gave you them, I gave you me,
Perhaps you never thought it so
And caged me, thinking yourself free.

Torture of May

The mornings have never made sense:
The sun comes up and the world spins around,
The stars grow light, the light grows dense,
The moon turns her face, moving underground.

There’s no reason why I am here:
Perhaps it’s not so just to understand
I’m just an atom on this sphere,
Made from water and very little land.

Knowing why this sphere spins in space,
Dances around the sun and doesn’t ignite,
Isn’t required for the human race
And this question doesn’t manifest our fight.

The one who wakes when the sun dies,
Oughtn’t to ask such questions anyway.
There isn’t need to unmask sad lives –
Leave them to this balmy torture of May.