There is a veil on his mind
making him blind
instead of me standing here
he sees the phantom, to her mind’s eye appears
a darkened monster, incapable of love
worthy of destruction not to be touched with a glove

“I am not that ghost!” but the shouts do no good

The image falters in and out
like someone intoxicated by some foreign substance, it’s not me he sees, but someone who’s loveless.

The fallout however, in mind and in place,
falls on me all the same and poisons all grace
I am the eater, left to maintain and digest
the sickness of the other being too afraid to leave the nest

What we eat we then spit back
abuses piled up no solution
fire back out in venom pollution
ragged shards of glass for words

I’m left on the floor, food for the birds

bloody disparate dead and chains
all at my side, but sliced to pieces, no strength to walk away

And still I must put on a smile and function

After all, it is not my feelings that must be the focus.

I keep forgetting.

I keep thinking.

I am human too.

~KafkA

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Graham Smith is a Voluntaryist activist, creator, and peaceful parent residing in Niigata City, Japan. Graham runs the "Voluntary Japan" online initiative with a presence here on Steem, as well as Facebook and Twitter. (Hit me up so I can stop talking about myself in the third person!)