Reprint – Luther’s I Who Have Nothing
I who am broken
I who have spoken too soon
As I now have no one
It’s now a year in June.
I have been lost deserted
Adrift in a sea of my own emotions.
I’m intermittently frenzied to frozen
Numb to the reality of my shattered heart.
This was a clean break, no soft tissue fracture.
Who will help me pick up the pieces?
That is going to be the hardest part.
I who’ve been knowing
I who, can’t tell if he’s coming or going.
They look at you with sorrow in their eyes
More like that poor poor man.
They can see the sadness inside
They can read as my pen just cries.
I couldn’t pretend anymore
No amount of sedative can conceal these lies
Now that the world knows, and can have a good laugh at me
I lay broken on this tiny apartment floor, disgusted at
what I see.
I without a home
I have a roommate but he lives alone.
I’m conspicuous to the eyes as her absence is my alibi.
I who have regretfully
I who contextually have replayed our final hours in the
Can’t go back to the time machine that haunts me in my mind.
This kind of torture is what blurs the line
Between the living and the dead.
This is too much pain and suffering for mankind.
I who if I saw you tomorrow
Would have so much to say.
I who wondered what I could have done
to make you stay.
I who on my knees do pray
For your successful recovery
Run from all your demons and if any of them are me
Or your ability to love completely
Heal your mind free your body
I hope this time away gives you the perspective
Peace and serenity.
I have nothing more but my deepest apology
I lay broken in my own apathy.