The old darkness
is courting me again.
Sirens wail their eulogies,
making this heart my enemy
war cries are a baby's silence,
dying of hunger in Africa.
creatures that creep, caressing my cheeks
are singing of piglets screaming
their curious eyes are bright with love
before bodies lay still
on hot red floors
cages hold so many hearts
that turn to cold sharp metal
I wish I could break the bars,
and let justice reign—
let freedom reign—
let fairness reign.
But life isn't fair
my old psychologist once advised,
and she is right, for it is not
But I cry that my voice can't be louder,
my hands can't be stronger
my calls for help simply echo in my brain,
drowned out by lunchroom talk
of KFC, the Kardashians and Married at First Sight replays
I suppose I must endure,
with this permanent ache in my heart.
Bleeding, bleeding but not broken
For I will always know
how to feel,
how to care,
how to love those I do not know
If the price of that is a bleeding heart, I'll take it any day.
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Lives Collide
PoetryDo I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes). - 'Song of Myself,' Walt Whitman It's hard to know sometimes who you're meant to be. And that's kind of okay. One day I feel like a witch, another like...
