"Tin Shoes" Poem by Jeremy May

My own prisoner inside myself. It is your face that has kept me awake. Your face that my eyes have soaked me to the point of death. Death that has spawned a new enemy within my soul. A longing to be someone's other than my own keeper. I have received the golden kisses of an angel. Now bitter, soiled blemishes remind me of the punishment I must endure seemingly forever. You hold the nail. I hold the hammer. But six feet and a pine board between your heart and my eternity.