Selfish Songs

I didn’t know.
I couldn’t know. Could I?
So much assumed. Assigned. Misaligned.
Words intended to hold did push instead and thrust
Until, with fearful cry, did angel’s light take flight.

I should have known.
I must have known. Did I?
Verses that point to painful places were cast away.
Invisible. Ignored. To miss the warning refrains
With face held defiantly, ignorantly forward so I would not hear.

I know.
I don’t want to know. Do I?
The wrench of painful realization is reflected back
In hollow, haunted eyes reeling from the weight of effect.
My anguished cries of fury follow that path of angel’s flight.

I’ll always know.
I can’t unknow. Forgive me.
The shackles of memory’s burden clamp cold and hard
Around a throat where poison spewed forth in selfish song
Until, with bitter bile rising, did knowing silence the voice to sing no more.

8 comments

  1. “The shackles of memory’s burden clamp cold and hard
    Around a throat where poison spewed forth in selfish song” There is a striking brutality in this line. As a writer, I find this so beautiful and impactful!

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