The Fall Of Heaven
I.
The rickety rackety of the train kept me up all night
Rickey rackety, rickety rackety
The train would sway back and forth
As we catapulted straight for long stretches
Rickey rackety, rickety rackety
Then, grasp onto your seat!
We’d almost be jumping off the tracks
As the train would bend around a sharp curve
The blinds would titter tatter, titter tatter
Wind rushing inside the rail car
Swooooosh!
Rustling my hair about with dirt and dust
Dirt and dust
II.
Twelve flights up
I would gnaw at my restraints
Attempting to escape
This internal prison where I was held hostage
Vanquish out the demons that would possess my mind
The bondage was ironclad
I’d scrape my fingernails on the wooden door
Edging splinters deeper beneath my skin
Peering at the intersection down below
Hoping for an interrupted fall
Scolded for stroking
Living on yesterday’s potatoes
III.
Behind the teacher’s desk
We exchanged gifts for Valentine’s Day
I gave her a tiny box of sugary candy with pre-printed messages
Various colored hearts with words I never wrote
She gave me a much larger box in the shape of a heart
With individually wrapped chocolates
Each with a different delicate presentation
And unique taste memorable impression
And I wore blush for that photo
And I wore blush for that photo
Can’t you see?
IV.
Walking back empty handed
Along the long gravel road
Hands bloody
My forehead dripping
Precum at the tip of my –
Walking aimlessly
Trying to locate my plot
Helpless before the sun rises once more
I’ve had my faults
And I’ve given my apologies
I’ve had my excuses
My lies and presumptions
But this dedication
After my heart was demolished
© 2017 David Greg Harth
17.02.21.17:52:00@200VeseyNYC