The Screen And Catharsis Poem by Lacid Tempels

I Can Feel It
The Nolstagic Warmth On My Arms
I Can Remember
The Flow Of My Milk
Into Your Suckling Mouth
Many Years Ago
When Happiness Was Still A Friend
To My young Heart
But Now
Now That Your Bones Are Calcified
And Your Taste Buds Taste Differ
Now The Story Of Youth
And Independence Premiers
Now Your Joy Was To Dot My Eyes
Now... Now Only A Melancholy Heart Beats
In Deafning Silence
Now Only Salty Liquid Streams
In Facial Rivulets
Now Only The Tv Sings
The Reminder Of Those Bedtime Stories
Turned Sour By The Bullets Of The Law
My Colour Son, Became Your Curse