Sadden these hearts
suffer such gnarled pain
of young souls sacrificed
to heavens gate
The biblical staff once again
turns the rivers red,
sadly, tiny hands and toes
never to sing the chants
of life’s unforgiving woes
They leave us shackled
to the sense of senseless
wailing curses to God
why, why, how come
Tears run deep
on faces from afar
on the awakening of a demon
walking amidst us all
Little to be reconciled
of this chaos
left in anguish
are the living souls
his back against
cold wet bricks
scoffed tennis shoes
untied
dried blood
a big toe
peers through
empty cold space
all around him
darkness comes
a single light ray
the street lamp
gives him comfort
his shadow
now keeps him company
in quiet discomfort
he smiles at it
it understands him
dreads the light of day
smirks, sneers, stares
thrown his way
replacing the smile
he shares with his
night time friend
I’d like to sing
You
A song;
There!
Did you hear it?
Did you feel it?
The words are in your head
The melody is in your heart
If you sit quietly
you will hear it
understand
appreciate the melody
