That Side of a Shade of Sorrow


That Side of a Shade of Sorrow


My daily crucifixion
is to be alone.  
My voice has that side of a shade
of sorrow,
it is calcified.  Perhaps from the anger
of both
my father and I. 
I dream incessantly
about us working in unison,
but my dreams
eventually turn into nightmares. 
I just realized
my home
is not his house
I am free to come
and go as I please.  The altar
has fallen,
and I shall learn to conquer yes.  
I never loved you,
so free me
quickly
before I destroy us.

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