Civilian Casualties:
Wounded like an animal with no pride
Retreating to fester until the sunrise
A war I have in mind
I'm just trying to find some fucking
Peace in my time
But it's all too loud
In the house that's too quiet
And the people that are too frightened
We're veering in different directions
Life playing a string of games
And I don't know if I want to keep kicking goals
When the impurity
In my own demise
Seems like the biggest act of rebellion
My unfit mind can fathom.
Out with a bang,
Civilian casualties in the making.
~J.K.M
Louder:
The noise
Will never be enough
The louder it goes
The less anyone knows
The screams slipping out beneath the bathroom door
Dancing on hardwood floor.
The noise is still not enough
And I'll turn the volume up more
Louder and louder I implore
The levels until
My ears finally burst through
And the only noise
Will be the dull roar
Left in my head.
~J.K.M
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoezjaPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
