poem for jono
by: me.. the inspired one

Dozens of voices
All alike in slurred motion
Envelops him
In vivid memories he recalls
A place he had hoped for
But remains a tainted fantasy
And again it is too late
And again it is time to withdraw hopes
For denial would be stabbing him
The promises from a woman who influenced
Fades and returns to unexisting space
Why can’t you do anything?
Why are you crying?
You are nothing but a wrong moment
Wrong child, wrong face
They tell him he is an orphan child
Neglected, unwanted, impossible
Disgraced and regrettable
Like a ghost with a soul that yearns for acceptance of death
It is close to passing on, but alas no cigar
He stops his pain in a halt
He must learn again to live
Beginning with himself
Beginning with us
We begin just as newborns in this adult world
Possessing a tenacity that drives
Not for revenge
But with love
So wipe away those tears for the final act
Someone that loves you dearly says
You are no longer that orphan anymore
But a man