Five Years Gone
You’re the queen of my winter born heart
You have never seen me this torn apart.
In time you had formed a start
In a mind who neglected the norm for art.
The first year
Was indeed the worst year.
Spit fire with my cold heart in the worst fear
In feeling worst than how it hurts here.
The following year
Was the wallowing year
I can feel my core hollowing here
This swallowing fear
Is scarier than Halloween, hear?
The third year
Shed the third tear
And I swear with every word here
Instead put me in the dirt, hear?
The fourth year.
I’m forced into more fear.
For comfort I’m sore for a feel.
Jesus come hold the wheel.
The fifth year
My heart feels really ripped here
The legend rises from the myth here
Now your name is on my wrist here.
Reconnecting with family
For so long I thought God damn me
Create outside the canvas cannot frame me
Inside the past because I am not the same me.
I cry while I construct
Complex sonnets with an alluring conduct
The lineage continued and I’m up
I will succeed until my time come
So with love from one son to a mother
Forgive all wrong I’ve done and the other
Questioning one life with answers from another
Thank God for Nancy, I love her.
Submitted by Vincent J. Tartaglia
