Implosión

It was like a rage in implosion
Your son finished you off
You dressed in my anguish and my pain
And I saw myself exposed
You gave grace
And now your truth is stuck in me
Sweet grace
That sometimes is bitter to digest

I can't fight what you've done
It's in my bones
It's become part of my thoughts
I can't help it
I saw the other, and like a mirror reflected my being
Now I have what I could never deserve