To our youth,
and what ruins lay behind
They follow me forever,
their cries resounding-
radio waves of confusion
and anger
I am below and above it all.
Foot steps pounding through
wooded shadows
with slime coating my feet
—
What air I breathe is not actually my own,
just borrowed
diluted through your lungs-
saturated with last word goodbyes
and tearful confessions to yourself.
What sun rises today
might not brighten this
end
—
I cannot spare myself
from your uttered
temporary
hate
I must burn my shadow away.
Please
tell me about the
quiet place you hide
with your brother’s memories
and the whole of your trust.