Convict (#2)

Do not convict me

Heartless

I will not be condemned

To a loveless life

You will not imprison me

In this coffin called

US

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Convict

At first sight

I have been convicted

Of lacking beauty

Imprisoned to the

Corner of the room

Bled of all confidence

Seeking a reprieve

Just this once

To plead my case

Reveal the whole

Truth of my existence

The beauty

Behind these bars

Mother Earth

Little by little

Battered and bruised

Elements of her body

Her soul

Disappearing

*

Taken and tortured

By Man’s greed

*

Gluttony and bloodshed

Seeping into her pores

Poisoning her

*

She lashes out

Inundated with tears

Wailing and quaking

The flames of her anger

Rage on

*

Man does not

Obey

Her decrees

Heed

Her roars

Her distemper propagates

*

Loss and starvation

Misery and death

Will consume man

*

Allowing her restoration

Never Past

“What’s past is past”

“Forget the past”

“Leave the past behind”

Lies we tell ourselves

To get over love

Control our grief

Box our emotions

Forget

Forget

Forget

~

We cannot lobotomized

Our memories

Our pain

Our grief

We can only live with

Learn from

And never forget

Hope Endures

A bitter taste

Destroying beauty

People that kill

People who die

Children who wake

From gunshots outside

Families afraid to

Send their children to school

Blood soaked clothing

Of mothers whose

Sons have died in their arms

Guns in the hands

Of the innocent and nefarious

Bombs dropped

Bloodshed in the name of God

Wars for power, land, oil, greed

Mother’s without children

Babies without families

Nations without trust

Humans without Love

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Hope endures faintly

Rage Released

You repress it

Behind your smile it lurks

In the pit of your stomach

It resides

Growing

An irrepressible contagion

Ascending from the bowels

Disappointment

Infuriation prolonged

Now turned to rage

Misguided resentment

Boiling over

Need for an outlet

You struggle to keep it inside

No, it must be released

Released on me

My spirit

And my body

It must be released

It dissipates

Rage released…

“Rehab is for Junkies Only!”

Heroine addicts

Looking at the girl

With razor carvings

Blanketing her arms and legs

They turn away from her

“She doesn’t have a real problem”

As in life she’s unaccepted

In this world of recovery

Walking away

She gives in to

No longer belonging in this world

Desperately searching

To find the end

The end of her pain

A girl in-need of help

Never found it

Even in a place

Where all can be helped