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2010 - you were scum
2010
you are come and done
but what for?
no four number have hurt me so much.
and why?
was it the people or was it me?
did you have to tell me those secrets?
those dark family secrets?
why was it great-grandpa died of menengitis
before prohibition,
why did he walk with two canes -
was it rheumatism or was it more?
now grandpa walks with a shuffle.
and that secret is opening
winding through my genes
maybe in my chromosomes.
i want to walk. what would i do
if i couldn't?
how can one man have twice
been afflicted by cancer in one summer
when his son has disowned him?
how deep is that bottle
how many drinks can he dive into?
how can we watch as his body and mind
rebel.
he had to watch a woman die this summer
as he feared dying himself.
now he can't sit beside his father.
grandpa has a cold
uncle has chemo and radiation.
how is it to not hold your father,
who may be dying -
for the real fear of the microscopic?
oshawa delanda est,
burn and be salted.
old wounds just won't close,
and those moments haunt.
days where faces are gaunt
and bed is the only place to be.
i was told youth wasn't for pain,
maybe i am vain?
am i I?
or am I something smaller?
do i deserve to be the capital
when i speak of myself?
am i dimunitive and low-case?
2010,
how can four numbers do this?
all at once and no one cares
because 2010 did this to everyone.
let rivers follow their course,
don't cry or show remorse.
burn something down
just to feel human warmth.
lay alone in your bed,
eyes on broken ceiling tile,
dream of what to defile.
smash that bottle and hear it break
is it what you wanted to make?
just watch as the future is stolen -
world and body.
twenty three is hell
and 2010 was nothing but scum.
Oh this was nice. Sorry I missed it. I agree with the sentiment.
That was powerful, I liked it.