The Voice in His Head

Can’t you see from the window?
Step onto the ledge.
Look down.
Where are the swings that tossed you into the air?
Where is the tree with your carved initials,
marking your first kiss of slobber and sweat?

All flattened, all gone.
See how they pour concrete over your childhood.

For a blink, that dirty desolation will be virgin white,
until it loses its innocence to
yellow parking stall stripes.

The streets prowl its perimeter,
buildings spy and gossip of its shame.

Such an allegory of your wasted life.
You, a shadow, a reflection
of others’ needs.

You gave them what they wanted.
What’s left of you now?
All flattened, all gone.

Be brave!
Let others see you for who you really are!
For once, make a lasting impression.

Jump. 

published in Dark Entries