unripe and green

it's the core wound.
the mother
father
influence or lack thereof
that does
the damage
at an early age.
the narcissism, the anger
or violence,
the obvious lack
of attention and love
that sets us
on a tumultuous path
of pain
and sorrow. unable
to secure
love when we find it,
or throw
it to the wind
when it appears safe
and sound
at our doorstep.
we are fighting the normalcy
of chaos our whole
lives.
seeking comfort in pleasure
or pain,
or both.
getting our fixes
to get through
another day of wanting
to be needed
and needing to be wanted.
we don't fall far from that
rotted tree,
with their brown
fruit,
inedible, or unripe
and green.