I walk barefoot on broken glass
I hear the Owl call out past midnight
I am bound in invisible strait-jacket
I await the Raven at my door
Evermore
I gently caress rose petals
I tickle my cat’s whiskers
I cry knowing I can’t remember
the sound of my Dad’s voice
I am forever on the precipice
of spitting or swearing
And each night
I pull jagged shards of regret
From feet that never climbed a mountain
Forgive me…I love you
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