Wednesday, November 20, 2002

A Witness

I'm a witness,
to how you said your love would never die
I'm a witness,
to everyday you made our mother cry
I'm a witness,
to everyday you'd come home drunk and mad
I'm a witness,
to everyday you made our mother sad
I'm a witness,
to every beating my mom endured from you
I'm a witness,
to every moment our mom stood up for you
I'm a witness,
to each affair you had, I caught you eyeing
I'm a witness,
to our mother's pain, she suspected you of lying
I'm a witness,
to the day you left us for your other wife
I'm a witness,
to the day mommy took her life
As I witness,
your false remorse over our mother's death
I will witness, with a smile
the day you take your final breath

Sunday, November 17, 2002

Something to think about:
"Hawthorne recognizes that our waking life and the life of dreams are bound up together--that life is like a dream in its revelation of terrifying truths"