The Cross

The Cross

Dug myself up from beneath the frozen ground,
gasped for air to fill my oxygen starved lungs but all I found
was the moon still over me, bright and profound,
and here I thought I was on the rebound.

I thought I had left behind my issues, left them buried beneath the ground.
I was expecting to emerge into a heat wave,
but here I am still twisted and misbehaved.
A deprived fiend who needs to shave,
since thick black facial hair gives me an appearance of being lazy and old.
Gives off the illusion that I’m bitter and cold
and constantly scold.
Maybe it’s all true because I’m becoming uncontrolled.
Once again I will not withhold,
all within me that’s left untold.

A book has already been left behind,
but what’s one more chapter for you all to find?
After I’m gone and my ashes are blown away by the wind,
maybe then someone will be inclined,
to give a shit about what’s on my mind!
What’s eating at my heart and has me feeling unkind
and devouring my soul that has already begun to decline.

I’m carrying a cross on my back,
crawling through fecal matter and mud, my skin is black.
When I reach my destination, up the cross will go.
Stapled to it I will be, through the wind and snow.
I will be a spectacle for all to view.
They will purchase tobacco to chew.
Spit it at my feet as inside I brew,
the day I die will be the day you rue.

My body will be removed from the cross.
It will be adamantly mocked and dosed in sauce,
then set on fire and burned to a crisp,
as a man approaches me and whispers,
“No one cares that you’re dead son.
No one will miss you now that you’re gone.
The sin’s you committed can’t be undone.
Too damn bad you didn’t have the guts to end your life with a gun.
It would have been a fitting end for a coward like you.
A coward who acted good, righteous and true.
But everyone looked at you and saw right through
the false image that you drew!
That you plastered all over your face!
That you took with you to every place!
Where you fought your pretend war, and became a disgrace!
Because everyone grew tired of your chase
for peace and solitude within yourself.
Now leave us to and go somewhere else to dwell.”