Day 6: A Silent Lament

Cold air brushes my cheek
Swampy ground cradles my feet 
Silence echoes, thoughts subvert
I walk, awaiting chilled comfort 

How can I prove
My mother removes
Not good enough
Won’t make enough

They look
Right through
Me

Day comes from night, light comes from soul
Burning out, I will never be whole
‘Till I create
Damage control

What once I loved has turned sour
For the ache in my heart takes it’s final hour
As if I mourn the living
My reception is unforgiving

Recognition or fame
Why do I yearn the remembrance of my name
Is creation a game
Surely, it’s all the same

In the end
Time will show
That all I’ll be
Is all I know