The Ones That Aren't Mine

The Ones That Aren’t Mine
By, Jess Dickson


Bruises pain the face
That possessed his clenched fist
Destroying joy’s perfect pretension
Impressions blend in rainbow layers
Painted on by the letting go

I can still feel knuckles hitting bones, the ones that aren’t mine…

Nicotine stings the lungs
That owned the screams
Devastating silence’ glass
Echoes drift in upward coils
Released by the held in exhale

I can still hear the voice, the one that isn’t mine…

Freedom burns the mind
That claimed his madness
Disturbing all knowing oblivion
Allusions swirl in an imprisoned shadow
Obscured at the joining of lives

I can still touch delirium’s tendrils, the ones that aren’t mine…

Memories sear the soul
That captured drops of heart
Drenching papyrus anticipation
Wishes lay parched at the bottom of the well
Powdered by the friction of years

I can still taste the tears, the ones that are mine…