Daughter

Pears

In the trash heap
At the shoreline
I am able To be honest
Not with you
But with myself
I am wreckage on display
Upon a shelf
I'm someone else

Trapped inside
A sad goodbye
That never seems to end
A hole that picket fences
Couldn't mend

And tiny hands
With no scheduled existence
Reach for mine
To cross the street
A puzzle piece
Embraced defection
Estranged, unable to go back

What was a thought
Is now infection
Of my yearning corinary tract

The simplest of questions
May invite the harshest truths
Information which I have no use
But self-destruction

Having faith is escalating
With your shoes untied
I might have died
But I'm already dead inside

Trapped within the scaffolding
Of all I won't achieve
My mind a prison
I will never leave

I touch my failure

I'll never have a daughter
And I'll never fall in love
I'll never have a daughter
And I'll never fall in love