Daughter - Pears

In the trash heap

At the shoreline

I am able To be honest

Not with you

But with myself

I am wreckage on display

Upon a shelf

I’m someone else

Trapped inside

A sad goodbye

That never seems to end

A hole that picket fences

Couldn’t mend

And tiny hands

With no scheduled existence

Reach for mine

To cross the street

A puzzle piece

Embraced defection

Estranged, unable to go back

What was a thought

Is now infection

Of my yearning corinary tract

The simplest of questions

May invite the harshest truths

Information which I have no use

But self-destruction

Having faith is escalating

With your shoes untied

I might have died

But I’m already dead inside

Trapped within the scaffolding

Of all I won’t achieve

My mind a prison

I will never leave

I touch my failure

I’ll never have a daughter

And I’ll never fall in love

I’ll never have a daughter

And I’ll never fall in love