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.