Poetry Monday: Penance

I put myself
Through Hell
Working so long
At a nightclub

I felt I 
Paid for
Past sins
I committed

I broke up fights
Protected others
Put my body
Through brutal punishment

I had crimes
Weighing on my soul
Serving my community
I would be absolved

What crime
Would require
Such a debt – 
I was 14

I indirectly
Helped my father
Beat my mother – 
I felt nothing

No sorrow
No joy
No ambivalence
No emotions

I was a
Cold, dead
Beep – 

It took years
Before I realized
Exactly what
I had done

And I accepted
My punishment – 
I think I’m still
Paying for it

I learned a lesson
I don’t watch people
Get hurt anymore
I try to stop it –

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: Ghost Light

I stand upon the stage
Protecting anyone who may enter
I don’t want them to fall
To be hurt walking off the stage
Literally – walking off the stage – 
I am one – a solitary light
With no companion except
A darkened theater
Though some believe
Ghosts roam the seats
And the catwalks
I’ve never seen them – 
A lonely task but
I execute my mission
Every night without
Breaking my resolve
Because it’s temporary – 
During performances
Or rehearsals
I sit in a corner
And allow
My tired wires to rest – 
And every night
My light shines bright
Watching over my stage
And theater – 
There is no business
Like mine

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.