the oceanside motel

15 May 1992

a movie plays inside his head
on ghastly memories the screen is fed
a troubled child with a fate pre-ordained
a liberating razor slides across his wrist
     without a single pain

new universe of solace found in a lover’s arms
her skin was soft and her breast was warm
lying still in a bed in the dark
tears wash away the bitter memories
     from this child’s aching heart

with morning came the clouded sun
the two that were separate had joined as one
just for a night his fears were lost and
     his cares were gone
just for a night the child fought his past
     and won

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