This Chasm

 This Chasm

One day you will see, one day you will be

Subjected to your own recognition of the chasm you have speared in the Earth

Like a fork shovel of dearth devoid of humanity and the disparity

Between emotional concern for those that once loved you

That you have shed and mislead yourself into believing

You were just in deceiving into a maelstrom of misery

Holding your broom like a sorcerers’ staff up like a lighting rod

To absorb every molecule of energy that would pass

Through this air spoken between you and I

Where I tried to confide the smallest sense of trust

To repair this slain child I once called love

Dead carcass flung in this canyon, open soar of a body

Festering and calling up to you now like a seething wound

That you can not exhume from your thoughts reverberating

In the chambers of every mutated cell in your arms

Trickling through your veins into your legs

Like an acidic river wandering the maze you attempted to divert

For as long as you could of all this past washed over and swallow the good

That I have done down like medicine attempting to cure you

And spitting it out in my face just to imbue you with petulance

A disdain for this verdict falls like rain in September

Droplets of truth and all you can do is spit up in the wind

And watch it land back on your face and blame me for the tenacity

And bitterness you seem to taste

In your own words that you allocate to me, seething with hate

That could fill up a sea and expiate for nothing and hock out a hurricane

Swirling around you until you hear the sounds

Of the tornadoes picking you up like Dorothy on crack

To fling your flailing limbs down into that

Chasm between us, down into the divide

That you have created and your life will forever subside