This is me trying

𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑

Kerosene on his skin,
burn him down,
burn him now.

A midnight sleep is
all he craves for but
what do this caged bird
know about the stars,
when he has already
fallen off of it.

Could see that the
light in his eyes has been
flickering for a while
and yet he tries,
oh lord does he try,
to bring a smile upfront
before he steps into
the ambiguity.
But what do this caged bird
know about the sunlit uplands,
when the faucet beside him
is turned on to silence the cry.

Oh, the wonder of life,
the thumping of this treacherous night,
here he is,
waking up on the wrong side of the bed,
here he is,
on the bathroom floor,
Oh, how do you save a life,
how do you break the mold,
or do you just go with the flow?

And that's how the tears drop,
Head above the water,
The rain does fall,
Flowers out of the grave,
he stands,
breathing the turmoil,
he stand tall.

- lips unsealed.