Damage
knows not love
it cannot recognise it –
signals get crossed
and noise
makes it impossible
to see
or hear.
impenetrable veil of
living in the negative space
of adverts and parental guidelines.
Damage
cannot
understand
how anything can blossom
with such garish hopefulness
when touched by
the kind assurance
of a warm embrace.
Damage
doesn’t
allow
for dreams –
projecting the same
newsreel every day –
unfailingly –
ensuring you have been
fed with everything you’re not
dragging the ones who still
believe in you
along for the ride
killing them in the process.
it is what damage does best…
damage has made you
feel so little and so small
you will not hesitate
when it’s time to take your leave
with surgical precision.
24/12/2013