years 1-4

I’m not here to quote the bard

Billy boy died years ago

His fall broke the mirror

I am just a shard

Before you miss me from the start

Let me clarify, this is no high art

 

One hand in the cookie jar

The other in the oven

Can you feel karma coming?

Float by the pigs eye

Slither through the halls

Id say don’t stand in the open

But what of yours would be taken?

Confession booth of traitors

Plotting every day ways to make the soul ache

Do not go out the door

Do not look out the window

Better not tell your parents the lies you hear

And always always remember, in this cold empty place

“Everything”- you need

Nothing is here.

 

Year two.

 

I am a warrior.

I have survived the hatred of hundreds

Who care not what my name is

I will overcome

I will fight

I am the darkness of the night

To bring peace to every days consuming light

My blood may be spilled,

My pain may be great,

But i will carry on.

Because only the pain will keep me on pace

 

Year three

 

Get by,

Two words that surround me

In these constant epiphanies

No matter what it takes from you,

Save them all

I cant bear to see another

Salty tears saturating the sidewalk sutchers of the damned.

These are my kin

The wretched, the lonely, the dead lost in sin

Walk fast, they need help soon

But watch out for union goons

A bird hovers over me

Follows me anywhere i go

The raven caws my name in a starved gasp

A harbinger of death

I will keep fighting, until my last breath

 

Year 4

 

My knuckles are cracked

My hands an etch-a-sketch of scars

My mind a troubled child locked in a car

Screaming forward

Never stopping for any reason

Someday they’ll call it treason

Someday they will see the season

When all their wrongs haunt them in their dreams

They will stare into the madness where we live

And those men in their hollowness will weep,

In fear of their own sudden life

 

As i said, this is no high art

This is real love and real hate

With real pain from someone left in the dark

And between you and me, the contrast is stark.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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