The light coming through the blinds
thick with accusations
suffocated me
so I ran out
locking the doors tight
like being chased
like they would eventually
break down the walls
and I was merely buying time
with the steel fastenings
that wouldn’t hold
the disaster in
but it wasn’t in 303 Windsor Tower
303 Windsor Tower was innocent
and the Devil was
a gaseous poison
behind my eyes
I stood in the corner
of Salcedo and VA Rufino
flailed my arm for a taxi
and told the man to bring me
to the nearest church
he deposited me somewhere
on Evangelista Street
where I stormed the chapel
and sawed off a link from the chain
bolted onto
my lacquered surface of grace
the chandelier crashing
in a random rainfall
of crystal and light
and inconsolable tears
on the polished marble floor
I broke into shards
each of whose edges
was fatally sharp
and I lay down my essence
onto the mélange
and asked God
please…
please…
please…
if I can’t be with him
take this love
out of my heart
.
Evangelista would always be my dream wedding chapel.
The torture and torment, of a soul posessed, driven beyond all normal reason…
To beg for loved removed… reaching breaking point…
Beautifully evocative, emotional and heartfelt…
Eloquently put! Fantastic!… feeling the raw pain in this piece…BRAVO. the church was the right place to go m friend he will see you through.
wow a very powerful write when you going thru this pain in your life.. hit right in that spot. God is the only one that really
take the pain away. Love it