For Years

For years

success is a narrow cage

a ribbon between empty spaces and

things unknown


For years

I am lonely with questions

nothing but bitter tears and

wine stained lips remain


For years

the aftermath of a menacing rage

leaves me with thoughts I cannot



I am dangling

singing of freedom

I set fires to the old things

and I jive

on the kitchen table


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