Harbor

I can't seem to focus.
I can't meet your expectations.
I find myself staring into light trying to burn away your disappointed face.
I'll never understand your ability to attack strangers for such insignificant actions.
I'm left forcefully sinking into orangey incandescence seeking escape through a childs dream.
A place built of memories to sit and hide while you ruin all that you touch.
Unfortunately your face and sound will forever swirl around the inside of my head even though I will never see you again.
This is expected.
Those memories become harder to reach as time goes by and blindness may be all that replaces satisfaction.
There's no place left to run and hide.