Emotionary Waves

Subtle subdue, I’ll wait for a few.

Air gathered pains, empty in veins.

So tired. Tired. This reality we face.

Awareness of privilege, others to pillage.

Aware of the tensions that build to collide.

Crashing. Smashing. Bloodied thin hands.

Violent wreckage, internal demands.

Peace… peace… what is this peace?

Why do we fight? uprising verse?

Emotions fluster, at the peak of the shadow.

Our moods. Our feelings. Obliterate mellow.

Sometimes I wonder, if I must just end.

End in the concept of presence to them.

Not in a death, of physical stance,

but end in the presence of form to their eyes.

Leave from this place the issues arise.

Leave from this place I feel a demise.

Tears unshed that burn in my being.

Burning the mind of potential so curious,

yet habituated in the art to the fleeting.

Endings? Beginnings? Constructs of real

Must I end in experience, collected in moments?

Recycled reverence, for repeated notice

Cycle goes round, and round once again.

How can I end this cycle of pain?

Do I desire an end to such strife?

Pain stained familiar. What’s new fate to present?

Why must I live with shame etched in heart?

How to end explosions of hardship?

Wallow… wallow…is this shallow?

Hatred, the tool of menacing grace.

Dancing along the balance of I.

Beauty disguised, but the poison so subtle.

So subtle I realize, I’m stuck in the trap.

The trap I’ve set for, the truth of the light.

The truth I define, I must take twine.

Harness the fate, no longer to hate.