Claim To Your Gods:
I will unfurl my hands to the above
When my suffering has subsided
To your gods in the beyond
Explain to me
Why
I feel the way that I do
Because how can whatever gods you all worship
Bring such pain
What does it bring, what does it gain?
I will let my fingers open wide
When I understand
Why your gods continue
To make a mockery of me
My clenched fist
Will not differ until.
~J.K.M
Pockets Full Of Stones:
Walking to the shore
One by one
As the weight in my heart pulls under
I will let another stone out
I will let it fall to the ground
Rupturing the earth like we were intended to do
Feet now dragging to the shore
Intentions becoming unsure
I will continue to let the rocks out of my pockets
One by one
Before I reach the waters edge
And I thank you
For convincing me I could do so.
I am eternally grateful
To the ones who ripped the seams of my pockets
And put the strength back in my hands
To grab fists full of stone
And throw them back.
~J.K.M
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoetryPoetry 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.
