Bastard

Knoebels under six feet of snow

Your silent beauty takes me back to summers years ago

I often wonder how much longer it will be

Before the roller coasters break down and return to trees

I close my eyes and see my younger self

I think I’m smiling but my memory fades and I can’t tell

These people only see a fun family day

But I see iron giants built by coal miners who were digging their own graves

If you really want to help me then you’d pull me off the stage

Stop my lungs from crying out

Help extinguish my rage