beaten into fragments
herded into holes
chased into the inside
bending with the folds
leave me alone
I raise a stifled shout
I’m lonely and it’s dark
but dark is always better they say
when searching for an arc
a silent scream
a swallowed cough
a sneeze that never comes
a vacant breath
a heaving chest
words are never done
pressing on into the dark
to the corner of the pen
wanting to be released
but we burrow on again
we search for light
but there is none
we gasp again for air
we hold our breath
and take a break
and press on in despair
and above
the leaders celebrate
recalling days of old
singing songs
of victories won
the stories often told
but will our children have a song
will there be air to breathe
will they be able to walk tall
in the carnage we will leave
but still above
the leaders revel
and drink and loose the tongue
recalling days of old
and singing songs
of long past victories won
of stories often talked about
which will be told, and told again
to drown the stench
of recent days
and the ways of fallen men
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Lloyd. maybe it because of “today”, I dont really know but for some reason or another this piece hits so deeply. is it the times we’re living in do you suppose? I wonder, it makes me wonder…………….
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Painfully true and authentic, an honest lament and revolt heard and shared by those who in spite of suffering never retreat from the divine image stamped on our immortal humanness.