A Tumor of Turmoil
tension, tension,
compressed in jars,
stacked on a shelf,
towers of precarious glass,
one day the shelf must topple.
a family
living in a house of delicacy,
so elegant, so satisfied.
a maleficent misfortune;
sickness riddled in the mind of a man,
a father serving as the foundation of a family
burdened with an intolerable tragedy.
a tedious trek;
bare feet on egg shells,
simmering personalities,
boiling rage
bubbles over the rim of the pot.
the unfathomable fear of loss
digs graves
for a family
of skeletons,
love shrouded
by vicious veracity.
a miserable coexistence;
abusive bombs blown,
fleets of nefarious tanks
harboring the gamut of hate,
the grovelling of the opposing armies,
a loss for both sides.
why such a war?
relatives rival--
serrated knives
slide through scarred skin,
re slit scabs of solace,
ripped wrists of rage,
fruitless fear,
cuts connections.
bats of insecurity flutter--
lurking in the shadows,
their beady eyes of judgement
the only lights
hidden in darkness.
the fallout of a fatality;
letters laced with loathing
that should be directed at death,
but are pinned on martyrs
of the same household.
naivety is nails on a chalkboard;
parents scared of their own grievance,
blame placed on a wife in woe,
children chasmed;
hypocrisy of the prosecution,
charges to the defendant,
applicable to all.
a husband,
a son,
a father,
harboring
a brain rotting,
incurable,
in a home of hospice.
Lord help the family
that unknowingly
pricked the balloon,
a pop--
causing a precarious shelf
to topple;
a family shattered--
the glass of jars
strewn
about the room.
a fight gone too far.
a tumor of turmoil.