The Blood & The Bones

where was I the day that they taught us about how different things would be..

when they explained how we’d come back as completely different people?

because when I close my eyes now

it’s as if the ghosts press play

and these moving pictures dance

on my blackened lids without my permission

their deaths relived

like a movie

every time I lose that battle with my body’s need for physical rest

I think it’s set to loop forever

because

it

never

stops

playing

I can drink

I can fight

I can fuck

I can drown myself in sins

and never worry about them catching up

all these distractions becoming some kind of makeshift therapy

but still

when all is still

the film begins again

like a nightmare paused and waiting

it’s bad when sleep

which by design is built to be a refuge

cannot save me

and so I think I must have missed the day where they taught us

that there may never be sanctuary

for a man

that’s seen too much

the blood

& the bones

for him.