My tragedy so beautiful.

With on it dark, with on it be known. I hold this blackness proud. Many do not understand this pleasure, yet few have lived their lives by it.

Strong, harsh, courage, truth. Be it once not mine.

 Let it ride here within me, through the depths of this blood; let it consume the only light I

still, call my own.

Power beneath me holds me down, for fear of taking on the deed.

Hold this! Don’t let go of that! Get it done! Do it right!

Forces and curses, prayers of “Help me, God!”

Let me be me, love me for this hate me for that. I no longer care.

Bars and rails, constriction or conviction, either makes that critical bend. Let me go or

keep me safe; one must be your doing.

I’ve walked in circles I’ve run for miles still I cometh to this wall.

Brick, Concrete, Marble, or Steel, let it rise as God’s choice.

For brick may crumble, concrete crack.

Marble shows the beauty of love I cannot possess, steel sows the unfortunate of my

freedom not.

My known lack of trust, my known loads of fear, yet more, this un-assurance.

My body bloody.

My heart burned.

My soul blackened.

My choice of punishment beyond conceivable.

Close my eyes describe me love.

Give me a hope it exists,

even if not for this ugly soul.

How ironic,

my heart so repulsive.

                 My tragedy so beautiful.

Published 2004.

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