Do not convict me
Heartless
I will not be condemned
To a loveless life
You will not imprison me
In this coffin called
US
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
Do not convict me
Heartless
I will not be condemned
To a loveless life
You will not imprison me
In this coffin called
US
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
As change engulfed her
Fear flooded to the surface
Trust calmed the fierce tides
In the dark
Thoughts are spirals
Of chaos
–
Her personal twister
Traps her mind
Pirouetting through the air
–
Where will it land
–
Anywhere but OZ
–
For this dreaming girl
There is no magic
–
Flying monkeys
And witches
Would be a pleasure ride
–
She will not land
In the Emerald Isle
–
No, this Dorothy
Will not land at all
–
The twister has found
Its prize
To keep
The canvas sat bare
As I could not get
My shattering heart to pose
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
“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
In my dreams last night
Unwanted ghosts of my past
Visited me
Disturbing my slumber
Still lingering once I woke
Haunting me throughout my day
For intangible entities
Their memories continue
Weighing me down
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
***
Hope endures faintly
1 drink to warm up
The cold inside
2 to loosen
The tongue
3 to gather courage
4 to reach out
5 to speak
Speak words of truth
Held back for so long
The aphrodisiac
Intensifies our hunger
Then morning….
What have we
Done?
Said?
1 drink to feel
Again…