My roots go deep but unknown
liquefied past with gray shadows
remains of a story never told
insignificant for others to hold
in a life condemned to gallows
awaiting my sentence alone.
But to hide in my banality
deaf to the voices screaming inside
a wish to reboot and reclaim
a shred of pieces that remains
of one that was, as dreams collide
hands tying the noose on my reality.
H.O. July 9, 2014