I Cannot

I cannot know, I cannot answer:

I cannot question nor seek solace

In solution; I cannot I cannot I can

Not be bothered anymore by you. 

Mock trials and tribulations rise

From the ground to my ears, drown

Me in the din of the words that dribble 

Down your chins as you chew on hate. 

It is the blind man's complaint of light;

Her garment cost her his dignity so

She put on cheaper silk and paraded to everyone

That her blind husband would not clothe her. 

In my darkest hours I only remember you

As beacons of tragedy waiting to shine

And in happiest hours I avoid thoughts of you

Lest I remember the innate cruelty of man and his kind. 

Yet you sit across from me flinging hooks

Into my scarred skin digging for sympathy:

Of which I have none to left to give or take

Not in the name of love or abstinent mercy. 

Spare me I beg of you, while you stab each other

And cry out in pain at each gutting infliction

Not in your own voice but in the voice of the other,

As if damage were not yours but only the pain. 

Strike my name from your doom, I still try

To piece together a life away from the shadows

That have scattered at the feet of my childhood

Fallen from the follies of your words and bullets. 

I cannot know, I cannot answer:

I cannot question nor seek solace

In solution; I cannot I cannot I can

Not be bothered anymore by you.