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Coffessions


Tonight the stars shine brighter.

So bright that I can’t help  but clench the grass like a lover’s hand  right next to me; giving me comfort and assurance that my life was well lived. But I know It was all in vain.

The tighter I clench; the less painful the epiphany.

With every inhale I breath in confusion, yet with every exhale I breathe out Certainty.

Solace crowds the moment, But fear is not far behind her.

He will be there to remind me that I will no longer be me.

In a matter of minutes I will be reduced to a prison record, a gun for hire, and the splitting image of my father.

But as I leave the stage;

I will give an encore.

I will replay all my roles in less than two minutes.  A two year old afraid of going to school, a first kiss, a first love, a last love,a  friend, a brother, a thief, a murder, a father,a son,a husband, and a gun.

Truly I will be but a memory among dreams. Dust returning home.

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