BE

BE

BE

This is bad.
Back then I bellowed my benevolence but now after battles between myself,
I’m battered, broken and bruised beyond repair by my own betrayal.
I believed I could build bridges and bend barriers of bitterness and hate
But this back-washing, backstabbing, backward bastard buried inside me
Bypasses into my brain bringing borders that block my inner being.
I have become bleached in a black no brighter than the baneful depths below,
Blocked from being loved by my own body.
Emotional bankruptcy.
 
But
Basically I say bye to this battlefield,
Pack my bags and break away, leaving it behind.
You’re a bother not a brother.
Biting into the best bits of me.
Belittling me, blackmailing the little breath I bear.
Be gone! You bewilder me, you bacteria!
No more bottled pain!
Briefly . . .
Briefly I’m burdened no more, becoming
Blank.
Bare.
Basic.
From the beginning,
Like a baby being born.
Benediction.
Believe.