Alone

By Malik Hampton

Another night, sipping away the sorrow

Spiritual stitching to constrict the leakage, hopefully long enough for the pain to ease

i lay up, back along the wall, dilated pupils overwhelmed by color changes

Will a tearful expression be enough to regain what i’ve traded?

My inner child comes to me with rhetoric

“I’ve waited to be heard for so long, I couldn’t even count the seasons that’ve passed”

“Now we sit ,alone, and still you silence yourself.. what a shame to see all that time was for naught”

This voice is familiar, although for years I’ve dampened the sound

Maybe i should have heeded his contributions

I reply

“Please, forgive me. I didn’t know things would turn out this way.”

silence

“Look at all we’ve done, look how far we’ve come!”

silence

“Forgive me…there are parts of you I cherish still...”

silence

“Please, speak to me…don’t leave me alone again.”

“..like how you’ve left me?”

“How I regret, and loathe the fact I censored you

and traded in our innocence’

for mischief and a grin

By Malik Hampton