Waste of Time

Recently someone I loved
shot my heart
open
saying my
"giving and being"
was a waste of time.

Wild wound
black veil
spilling sorrow
tormented fool flare
burning ash.

Tears
clean the grim
shine the sight.

My brother (my parents) says
"No one gets to disrespect you."
(I should already know this)
clarified
magnified
solidified

My Grandpa's ghost shakes
his gun at this interloper.

I laugh, of course
I am full circle, stronger:
Giving and Being
is me.

simple.

even more
Forgiveness
is freedom:

Thank you, man.