Many will say
There is no place or
Time left to let blame rest
Yet many need to understand the ripples
Their actions,
Words,
Have upon those they are inflicted upon.
In-Laws
Should be outlaws,
Not seeing the harm
They inflict
For they believe their crap
Don’t stink
Holier than thou
Of the non or believer holy rollers
Shattered souls
And lives
Finding respite
Relief,
Leave me
Under pressure
Confronted
Conflicted
Being stared through
With glassed over eyes
That has pain nulled,
Yet not healed or released
The seizures release falsely
Yet the cracks are there
As the pressures of life
And career mount
One glassy eyed stare
And the house of cards
The interior castle
The mind palace
Collapses
The colloquial straw upon the camel’s back
Or the angelic breaking of the back from the verse upon my Mummy’s urn,
A sad sack turn of phrase to appease another’s guilt.
Yet…
In the end…
Treatment awaits…
To heal
Rebirth
Reboot
The soul,
That had been broken,
And the sources,
Will never know
Or more aptly
Give a damn.