Clouds poetry

Nail

My breath wants to shake
My mouth wants to move
My heart wants to crumble Like
Bread crumbs for the birds hungry for food
Like mother getting ready for sons memorial
Every breath she take is a breaking a crack
Echoing in the house drip tap. Never start
Like unwritten words on pages with nothing yet
My soul wants to sleep every time
I hear injustice it's a knife piercing
Through doctor can not save me
I looking up sitting thinking, O' look
There's a deadly nail up dangerously
Hanging on a board a nail so dare smiling
I'm sitting an I'm thinking what if
This nail arrows my eyes will I be first
Target was It waiting so long to blind me
Out from my sight?
Would that nail do me a favor by saving
My eyes from injustice so hell
So gruesome? Bloody light. but injustice
Would still be scrolling, present, back and forth
Whether I go blind or not, see humanity progress
Or down fall, injustice would still be standing tall
While we crumble at its knees tears raining for mercy.
-ashes poetry