Slavery slips through the fingers of humanity
like sand in an hour glass.
Freedom fallen cries out in vein.
Peasant or soldier war boldly straggles onward.
The stragglers in the system know not
where the road begins or ends.
Soft as fleece
Don’t regret it
Won’t forget it
I am like the sea
You lack Density
My tides are high and strong
You’re the sea gulls
You are curiosity
And I am like the sea
With such hideous depravity, yet so much to be saved, so much to be achieved, in such a world I find hope in belief and to myself say:
Fragments of virtue must exist, must remain, among our flawed, self-seeking bloodstained human race. What is it worth, what is it after which we so viciously chase? Who am I to judge? Who am I to say? We watch our earth cry out, consciously assisting in the decay...
So this next point causes most, my dismay. This is the spirit towards the home in which we live, the same applies to our own kind, what we haughtily give. Man destroying fellow man, negligence disturbing enough to cringe. Dare you question why I lay horrified, unhinged? Are we not brothers, sisters, mothers, one in the same? We value our own lives so need we feel no shame in viewing others in such subordinate a way? Need we not self reflect, need we take no blame? Patterns can be broken, yet these thoughts we’ll cast away. Fall to my knees, for our entirety, I’ll humbly continue to pray until I’m tired.
And even if you’d seen what you had done to me, lying helplessly clad, ashamed, collapsed and tired. Twitching helplessly, floor-bound, hyperventilating, I’d wait for it to cease to drift in fear infested sleep...and as the demons followed me, still deep in my ailing dreams, still though subconsciously, I’d pray and pray for it to cease. Gasp awake. Fall to my knees. Grasped by sounds of my own screams and pleads... Lord knows how long its been since I could breathe as intended biologically. What has become life’s soundtrack for me? My nervous system crumbling to debris, curled up for days on end I could sleep... yet still, be tired. And even if you could see the afflictions you’ve brought on to me, from your own twisted greed, stag, enraged, detached and tired, my soul you won’t deplete. Impoverished, weak, but staggering on exhausted, still I'll find my wings- and fly 'til your remnants decease.
I apologize for just having read this
I've been consciously and passively suicidal
I apologize for unexplained silence
My dark will be light in just a while
Making use of my hell that is here now
I have hard at work put it on paper
Making use of my strength and my faith now
I intend to from victim, turn savior.
I apologize for my honesty
I just honestly don't have the time
to waste paint on my face or my breath on fake smiles
I'd rather put it bluntly on canvas or rhymes.