Whispers of Silence

Man Up

The haphazardous thoughts that
   have formed,
I'd like to call it the calm before a
   storm.
Or that silence before a deafening
   gunshot goes—
Would it be more similar to the
   snap of a crack before all hell
   breaks loose?

These people around me kept
   pushing me to my edge—
A line between dumbness and
   kindness is where I now
   constantly trudged.
If that was compassion, until when
   will I endure—until when is it 'kind
   enough'?
If that was foolishness, how much
   insolence must I undergo before I
   could let go of this thing they call
   'kin' even if it tears me half?

Truly, it is valiant to forgive them
   elders of what they did—
When they have no idea of the
   extent of the injury nor the volume
   of blood that we bled.
More than yourselves, think of your
   children.
More than yourselves, assess why
   you made them in the first place
   only to leave them this forsaken.

I'm tired of trying, chasing and
   reaching out; don't let us be
   astray, talk to us.
Do your part; we need guidance for
   we are the ones who are
   adolescents and kids—
Not you.