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Bandaging a Wound

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Kane-Blackthorn

Published: Dec 10, 2015

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Bandaging a Wound

Written by John Swartz

Our moment began with the stomping of feet,

a rhythm forged from adolescent children drug fueled,

sugary hyperness that made everything blurred out of control -

Yet time lingered for me;

Lingered like a storm that is about to break,

The first breath a baby takes,

The very last breath a man gives before becoming perished.

A moment hung as centuries flowed and twisted,

Creation and destruction all at one,

Stars are born, cradled and released.

As history is gently weaved together to tell a story,

All in that moment that came with a breathless “Hello.”

You told me you loved to draw and I saw stories being written,

Etched in stone high above my head in the clouds,

Each emotion carved slowly out of this bedrock -

Each masterpiece better than the last.

Those moments I hold close to me,

As a safeguard against all the charcoal black plunderers of today,

Warlords that are disguised as allies,

Using the same propaganda that marks them the same as everyone else,

Each of those moment that keep me away from that safeguard,

The oil black hands pull me into the unknown,

It wretches at me as ever fiber in my body pleads for it to leave,

Please - please - don’t let the monsters take us away.

I’ll be good I swear. Please just one more minute just being beside her.

Each softly drawn dream from you - my love - is graffiti-ed,

It is ruined by the black tar that seeps from the gutters,

rising and spewing venom that discolours the bright colours you imagine.

The drums of war come gently waltzing into my life,

a slow melody that takes rhythm over the children’s beat.

Years have eroded our excitement and our story has gone down unwritten,

We both have taken dagger wounds into our stomachs,

Seppuku - an honorable death - is not yet off the cards,

Blame and punishment is something that carved us open,

A slab of meat that goes onto display for the world to mock or pick at.

I can not understand how we got to this moment?

How did this all go wrong?

How did trusting someone break us so much?

Pull our love apart each wing from our back crippling us,

so in that agony we fall downward spiraling to our death.

How dare you?! How dare you break me down!

How dare you slice me open so I die from exposure!

I made myself - I have gotten everything I needed,

I did not need a father figure to become a man,

I did not need a role-model to guide my life choices,

I made them without uncertainty, without fear or regret,

My actions are my own - yes - mine.

You - a man that did not have common sense,

A bully - a monstrous beast with forked tongue and cloven hooves,

You can not change what I worked for - you can not take what is mine.

Dug and grew as a farmer would as dirt under my nails shows my linage,

I have slaved over my affection and romance without your help.

I come from Mountain stock each of my bloodline worked hard,

till our backs were broken and our fingernails cracked - I will not give up!

No I shall not bend my knee to a memory that was forgotten,

you can wound me and say bitter things unto me,

I shall bear you no ill will towards your path that is your own journey,

I have traveled oceans and been separated from my family,

I have been abused by parents,

I have felt the lost of Brothers and Sisters,

I have been betrayed before by friends,

I have had nothing!

This is nothing new.

You are nothing.

I write these words for strength,

A memory that will be carried with me,

I hold nothing against you as those are your choices,

I need to defend what is mine though - so do not return.

Or those war drums I hear will be for you.

adulthood change feelings forgiveness love bullyingawareness

So much has changed since I joined this site, I am most definitely not the same boy that started here. A man? Probably not, I still feel like my imagination is so close to me. I am sorry that I have been gone, DA. I am not sure anyone is still here but that doesn't matter anymore.

This poem is about the Future.

Stay tuned for more.

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