AGM 2023
YOU stare at me I invited a question YOU respond with feigned vulnerability Due diligence agreed upon But YOU cringe inwardly Accountability knocks I’m staring back at YOU Awaiting a response But YOU lock on YOUR eyes narrow YOU smile with your lips but your stare delivers venom It’s all my fault “I regret buying this building” YOU lament, sword drawn “It’s killed something inside me that none of you know…” You raise your weapon and point it directly at my heart “My family…” You stab me, effortlessly, like you have a million times before. “It’s killed something and I’ll never be able to get it back…” The sword twists Blood pulsates out from my wound Onto my phone where a message pops up on the screen. “I’m done” my friend proclaims
I stare back YOU
I hold YOUR gaze
YOUR groan transforms into a smile
“But we have a hope and a future.”
I cringe, that theme an outcome of my desperation for HIM to lead the vision
The vision is dead
I am dead
HE is dead
But we must have faith
Give, give until we fade into the dirt
Building hope and a future…
And still HE holds fast to the farce