Berzerker Amnesia

 Like some godforsaken Norse creature
 Put in trance by a rage that erupted
 From dormant trauma under the mother's craton,
 I would smash the faces of my parents
 All three of them who sabotaged me,
 Left my heart to sour, forsaken on a magma cross,
 A three-faced Hydra blowing fireballs at me
 From a top a broken faultline of despair.
 And they will hear my voice when the night is through,
 Screaming through cherubic libraries that cherish wisdom,
 All the way to their empty caverns
 Where all they have are the riches mined
 At my expense, when I found out I was only conceived
 Because they needed someone to love them,
 To be their therapist, to nurture their egos,
 To forgive their responsibilities,
 To emotionally support every tragic earthquake.
 To save them, to offer martyrdom
 Upon the cold terraces of obsidian
 Glazed by alexandrite tears

 That a life of confusion
 Domesticated from the abuse of a good soul.
 Sometimes I wish I had amnesia,
 The only power to erase them,
 A supernatural brain freeze reflecting
 Off the bifrost leading to Asgaard,
 Through the fiery temples of dispossessed thoughts,
 Then on to the golden cradle of Valhalla,
 Where I can start again.