Scheherazade85

Aging with restlessness

I was fooled by my years

Nothing comes after the waiting

Waiting is all there is.



“How dare you accuse your father?”

Jesus said with contempt

I could still taste his spit

It was cold and sweet.



I turned to the man next to me

“Sir, how come I have nothing on me? Where am I?”

His eyes with the same contempt dug into mine

And so did his two soiled fingers into my flesh run dry.



Of all my songs

My heart recalls only one

That of mother’s

As she buried her own hands.



“You invented love and it damned us all”

The man said with tears

He led me to the river

So I could remember how to weep.