Insomnia consumed me,
After words landed on my spirit like the cold summer rain.
A question out of this place that left me feeling like I was out of space
Because I was out of words when the question became,
Do you know who fathers you?
Tongues twisted,
Truth untold,
I am not who I thought I was.
Like Monday morning in tartars,
A mixture of groans and screams granny’s ears the moans they stole.
Shock her feet it numbed,
To the rescue of her flower she couldn’t come.
Clothes ripped off,
Leaving no tracks off he stormed.
A humanity stolen.
And I being the product.