Classification: Poetry
Theme: Retrospection
Synopsis: Who are we behind closed doors and shuttered windows?
I.
Tonight, the moon failed to console me.
I saw it heaved a sigh and bid me goodbye;
As it became jaded with my bottled-up cries,
And pensive thoughts on the past long withered.
Like every other night,
My mind mused on that place.
Its four corners provided me shelter,
And warmth on rainy days.
I remembered its patriarch—he was a good man.
He took pride in not having his cheeks flushed,
Or his mouth blowing smokes—
He said his only addiction was working.
As plain as the pikestaff, indeed.
It was etched on his knuckles growing as dark
as the bags under his bloodshot eyes
from working to morn until night.
I remembered the woman cradling me to slumber,
Ruffling my hair with her trembling hands.
She said she would look after me
Until her knees would go flimsy.
I remembered my playmate,
His mien was slovenly.
From eviscerating my dolls—
A display of his inherited temper.
II.
Tonight, like every other night,
My mind mused on that place
Whose four corners made me cower;
In horror, in shame.
I remembered its patriarch—
I dared say he was a good man.
He took pride in not wasting his life away to vices,
And yet the drunkards seemed soberer than him.
When his knuckles were bruised
From punching the wall,
When his eyes were bloodshot
From seething anger.
I remembered the woman cradling me to sleep,
Her gentle fumbling turned into a grip.
She said she would always resent me,
Because I bore the same face as my father.
I remembered my old playmate
Whose disposition I had witnessed.
Morphed into the monster,
He loathed since he was young.
III.
Tonight, the moon cried with me.
I saw its craters brimmed with sympathy,
As it listened to my grievances
And tirades on the past long withered.
Just like every other night,
My mind mused on the place I ought to call “home”.
But to me, it was just four faces,
Foreign to one another.
Photo by: Jericho E. Mendez
Published by: Jan Yeasha Mendez
Date published: February 8, 2022
Time published: 5:12 PM
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