Unapologetic

I pressed the button years ago, It flickered once, then sank below. The doors stayed shut, the light went red, A metaphor, they might have said. Each day I wait in silent halls, Between the cracks of crumbling walls. While others ride from floor to floor, I pace the dust, I watch the door. I dress in hope, I stand up straight, Pretending patience alters fate. But time just smirks with every tick, A cruel, relentless metronome click. I see reflections, faint and warped, Of dreams I built, then life extorted. They fade like steam on window panes. My whispered prayers, my phantom pains. Some say, “Just take the stairs instead,” But mine are missing, cracked, or dead. A spiral down, a lurching bend, Each step I climb just loops again. I’ve shouted, screamed, and banged the steel, Tried trading wounds for something real. But silence echoes back my name, A ghostly curse, a hollow claim. Still here I stand, a soul confined, Trapped on the floor the wo...

A once poor little boy, now a grown man, who has abandonment issues and trust issues with regards to women. A once poor little boy, now a grown man, who struggled with fidelity all his adult life or even the offering of a mutual respect for his partners. This poor little boy as a child had mother who was an alcoholic. Daily she would leave her children in the care of a baby sitter, poor little boys female abuser. His life was beginning to be paved. Through primary, the poor little boy was in class when the topic of sex came up. Poor little boy, confused over the word sex curiously asked " what is that? " With the class erupting into laughter, a fellow student yelled jesterly "when a penis goes into a girls private place" Poor little boys teacher over heard the banter and as she was about to shut the subject down, poor little boy confessed so obliviously "oh I've done that heaps of times at home." Poor little boy whose teacher over heard him...