OnceA Poem by Tylac JealanOnce, In fields of concrete grey He beat raging children With fists of broken blood And fire burned in his heart With bruises branding his body And he dragged himself home To warm milk and cool hands That could smother the pain But not the flame And late that night In a bed of pillowed sheets He thought of revenge And did nothing.
Once, On rails of frozen steel He read words cut from hate With eyes of unshed tears And ice froze in his veins With shards slicing his spirit And he forced himself on To strangers and silence That could warm him up But not entirely And late that night On seats that hurt his back He thought of home And felt nothing.
Once, In a room of darkened damp He scrawled down his life With hands that always shook And he hauled himself upstairs To whispers and lullabies That helped him breathe If only for a little while And late that night In a huddle on the floor He thought of screaming And said nothing.
Once, When all was over and done He met a memory And wept in her arms And fire died in his heart With the ice melting away And the poison left his lungs As they dragged him away And late that night With scars on his skin He thought of her And wanted nothing/ © 2013 Tylac JealanReviews
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