Why write me so close to the edge?
What theme are you exploring with my life?
Again and again your characters meet this fate
Erase their adjectives: father, son, friend, whole
Rewrite their definitions
Until they are defined by nothing
I cannot understand this leaving
Even as so many leave us
So I inflict my thoughts on you
Sharpen plot points until they impale
Tell myself the story is going where it wants
Absolve myself of your fate
By pretending it’s fate
Just a priest taking your own confession
How many Hail Marys
For the mortal sins meted out
On your poor poppets
Stitched with faded ink?
There are those in your story who live
There are those in my story I’ve lost
Both of us at the mercy
Of other’s choices
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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