The Well

Once I hit my brother and a pain filled my throat,

Bursting from inside my chest, from a hole.

He ran to tell my parents and silence filled the yard.

I stood there knowing there was no escape.

The welling inside a child when he knows he’s to blame.

The dread of the validation of his shame.

The welling dread of a dwelling head.

Who was I when I decided to be me instead?

Stinging past sings tempting paths,

In a time between sin and wrath.

I remember the garden breeze,

Whispering, “Where are you?”

Through the trees.

Disjointed Desire

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Law of nature,
And of time.
Mine is nothing,
In this life.

Vision in the season of depletion,
Incompletion’s my only foundation
Repletion of all but a reason.

Strife in man.
It’s here to stay;
I separate…
Emancipate…

Revealed by desire
Of a simple smile
No barrier between self and liar.

How to discipline this mind?
To stop the cycle that I hide,
Solve the puzzle in my soul.
Hold my hand… Make me whole.

This is The Vile Mint
Written By Randall Evans