Burning The Boy

It took 10,000 hours to kill the man who brought me here

Ten years to kill the a boy who grew a fragile and potent little ego

10,000 hours to poison the man’s pride

And ten years to understand that the man

Who had a plan

For me

Was really 

A boy who was scared of dying

A baby terrified of suffering 

A blind man denying his fate

A boy filled up to the brim with passion and hate

It took me 10,000 hours 

To believe the boy

To feel his joy

To get to the beginning of his dream for me

Man, was he happy . . .

But,

I had to pick him up by his collar and take him to the edge

To drop him

To watch him

Fall 

To his death

To his birth

It took everything inside of me to burn the boy

And now my worth 

Isn’t tied to his lie for me 

Next comes a birth

Of someone new

Who? 

Beats me

I’m just glad to be rid of the man who used to beat me 

It took 10,000 hours to kill the man who brought me here . . .

And now

With him dead

I’m not sure whose voice it is that still lingers in my head

All I know 

I can’t stay here 

Any longer

So

I have to go.

-CH 7/25/25