Amore, Ego Morientibus Tarde

For a long time, I’ve had something of an obsession with Latin. I even put all of my tattoos in Latin. I like how it’s a dead language so in a way when you use Latin it’s like hiding the meaning of what you have to say – sort of like poetry does. So that’s why I chose to title this one in Latin.

Amore, Ego Morientibus Tarde (Love, I am dying slowly)

There’s a time and place to die but this one isn’t it

So while it isn’t easy, you try and force a grip

They’ll say the future’s bright but it seldom is

Not when hopes and dreams and blood are taken from new kids

Love is cursed like Adam was because of his for Eve

Soft may be the kill but fast and hard the pain it leaves

It causes men to lose their hope and wonder why they try

And grieve their loss these mothers do but no one hears them cry

Claiming stakes to manhood with actions plasticine

Jaded thoughts of women who can’t say what they mean

Introspection leaves me full of angst and insecure, my love

Your cruelty grows, envelopes hope and fits me like a glove

As sure as life inhabits all the things you do and know

There are darker things a mind will not allow to show

In failure inspiration blooms and confidence divides

As simply as I think of you then fear I won’t survive

It’s painful now to hear your voice and think about your hands

I hate that I remember how you helped form who I am

I can’t believe in fairy tales and other allegory

If truth be told what haunts my soul’s a darker somber story

This fear erodes resilience even decimates fortitude

I’m left with many lessons only this one holds most true:

You can travel where you want in life, to places old and new

But no matter who you might become there’s still the dying that you’re born to do