Empty Pockets

Empty Pockets

~~~for Alfred George

I turn down

Riverwood Avenue

I shake off the mold and mildew in my brain.

I am in

A dream

A night terror.

My heart is beating

Out of my chest

It is heavy, weighted.

I wake up scared

I wake up strange

I feel like nothing in my life is ever going to change.

What was it

About me

You found yourself attracted to?

Was it my blond hair?

My blue eyes?

My laugh?

I used to laugh

A lot.

Now? Not so much!

All I have

Is empty pockets

Now.

I used to carry

Rocks and coins

Nails and pens.

All is gone.

My life is gone.

My city is gone.

You took

But never gave

More than you got.

I hope you are

Happy now.

Where you are.

I know

I am not.

My life changed.

I cannot hold someone in my arms.

I cannot love someone with my heart.

I cannot listen to someone without fear.

You did this to me.

Why? Was the taboo

Worth years in jail?

All I have is empty pockets.

Who I am is

All I have left.