Piercing

This is a poem that has been etched in my memory since its inception, years ago, when I was experiencing an abundance of emotion over my father's terminal illness at the time.  I nostalgically referred back to my childhood, hoping that the happy memories would outweigh the times I walked the journey alone, and this is what flowed out of me...


Piercing in my little head
wishing I'd been dead asleep
the rain that scattered on my brain
no slilent corpse could keep

Black lights luminate our tears
Flood lights radiate our cries
You're deceived by my quiet peace
Only 'cause you don't need to find
the silence that I keep behind

But the doctor kept me home all day
Lollipop and needle
Eat and play
Playing with my girlfriend's dog
On my seesaw in the yard
and muddy leaves my pillow
in the shade of innocence.