Even If

My son
We tried
We wrote it down
But then
Grandma and Grandpa
Said he was never born
But I saw a picture

Good lore came down
Out of the sky
Shook me with terror


It would shiver
The skyscrapers down to
Pure nothingness as if
Typed in an old scrapbook
And then burned

My aunt had pictures in an album
Of these things
That’s when I knew that
People loved me

I see non acceptance as a result
Lit up just like a
Feeling of persecution
Someone ignoring us
Spitting at us
Hitting me in the head

Suffering is that which
Comes when we live
You know it as the truth

The only lie
Would be forgetting
That I loved you
Even if you
Never existed

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com - Tea Maker & Owner of goldenlungtea.com - Hair & Music at Geinos.com