Pain & Growth 1 Poem by Joshua Legister

The pain resides behind the eyes, a void,
Where thoughts of fire and ruin take their hold.
The mirror screamed the question, years employed,
A narrative of failure, bought and sold.
She was the mother of my children three,
He was the brother that I took inside.
They built their lie for all the world to see,
And trampled on my honor and my pride.
The house, a stage for their deceitful play,
The trust I gave, a weapon they would wield.
I stumble now through darkness, night and day,
Upon a battlefield I never willed.
But I will not press buttons to bring blight;
I am the wanderer who seeks the light