Sonnet #6: Week of February 26, 2017

I watched the movie “Moonlight” yesterday.
That small and silent boy is in my head
In scenes that will continue to replay
Just beneath my consciousness. I dread
The memory of addicts and their pain:
Their “sorrys” that accomplish nothing more
Than putting on their victims all the strain
To be forgiving, and forget. What for?
It cannot be undone—abuse, neglect,
Betrayal by the cold and focused need
For any sort of substance—I suspect
Leaves a lasting gut-punch, and we bleed
For generations. Wish I could unsee
What is exposed in Moonlight, perfectly.

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