The white rage
I remember all the things that happened to us before we stopped believing.
I know that the night-time lights that gather from all over town don’t go up to a better place.
There is no better place.
I remember the sand in my shoes but I don’t remember running fast enough and I didn’t save anyone that time.
There is a darkness that doesn’t leave at the promise of dawn.
Remember that there are people beyond repair.
There are people that turn to straw from regret.
I remember the man with a childhood friend trapped inside him.
I once met a boy I couldn’t break.
I remember that there are fears within us greater than being taken for granted.
I know that never with a single molecule will you ever trust another but the dream never dies
And no one has ever pretended long enough.
I remember the tombstones by heart.
I know that there are shards of glass still in the air from all the make believe.
I know that nobody changes for the better.
I know that there are no timeless apologies, no sledgehammer acts of god.
I know that you’ll let me go to waste even if there were no darts in your sky.
Remember that every almost leaves a shadow.
Remember the white rage.
The impatient future lurking at your door step promising you it will take only a transparent death.
Remember your verdict and every voice that asked you for an end.
Remember what isn’t yours to forget.
Remember that it never ends.