Across the Ocean of Birth and Death
For Gloria
You are the sepia-washed figures
On the cover of our favourite album
Like ghosts from the past
Like whispered words
That I want to forget
And when I hear those songs
I think of you
But I don't want to
You left a piece of yourself
Embedded in me
Like a shard of broken glass
That I can't dig out
I go so long, forgetting it's there
But then this song plays
This song about suffering
This song about loss
And I can feel it
And I remember
The pain you caused me
What you took from me
What I could have had
If it weren't for
Your cruelty
And hatred
After all these years
I haven't healed
And I never will
Because you killed a part of me
You might argue
That it was a small part
But no matter how small
It may have been
To you
It was significant
It was monumental
To me
It lived and breathed
And you crushed it
In your iron fist
Of sadistic abuse
But within my pain
There is one small, tiny
Glimmer of hope
That small part of me
That was lost
Has sailed away
Across the ocean
Of birth and death
Like balloons against the setting sun
Like glorious, golden birds
Freed to the open sky
Never to face the hell
And torment
Of a life like this
With a monster like you
For a father
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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