Sad Sunday morning...
...the fear and the hurt of so many is present;
the despair of loved ones not knowing if...
the crushing thump on the heart as the ears discern...
What? what happ'...end?
...the bending of the knees...
on the weight of the thought of...if...
not seeing...Him...
Her - ever
...again.
- the asphyxiation of despair,
- the void in the air...
- the pain deep within
- the anger burning in...
...rising...
Why? Just because two kissed?...
That sighting of caresses erupts!
- blind anger -
in this deranged mind...
masterminding violence
...not soothing - "no, never!"
its own pains drive it blind.
What voices scream,
shout -
perennial guests inside this head
so tightly strung,
hung, flogged,
quartered and drawn
in between opposites
...animosity,
over there love,
here hurt,
disdain...
all counter energies...whirlpools...maelstrom.
...
Quiet, Calm.
Life is deveined.
Joy, squashed.
"Forgiveness, forgetting, you ask?..."now you wait!"
Resurrections this pain can't quell,
in the 'mean'~'time'-'less'...
- Hope,
- Life,
...is Hell.
Eons will pass,
...till healing comes...
...till strong enough - to cellularly say...
"All is well".
the despair of loved ones not knowing if...
the crushing thump on the heart as the ears discern...
What? what happ'...end?
...the bending of the knees...
on the weight of the thought of...if...
not seeing...Him...
Her - ever
...again.
- the asphyxiation of despair,
- the void in the air...
- the pain deep within
- the anger burning in...
...rising...
Why? Just because two kissed?...
That sighting of caresses erupts!
- blind anger -
in this deranged mind...
masterminding violence
...not soothing - "no, never!"
its own pains drive it blind.
What voices scream,
shout -
perennial guests inside this head
so tightly strung,
hung, flogged,
quartered and drawn
in between opposites
...animosity,
over there love,
here hurt,
disdain...
all counter energies...whirlpools...maelstrom.
...
Quiet, Calm.
Life is deveined.
Joy, squashed.
"Forgiveness, forgetting, you ask?..."now you wait!"
Resurrections this pain can't quell,
in the 'mean'~'time'-'less'...
- Hope,
- Life,
...is Hell.
Eons will pass,
...till healing comes...
...till strong enough - to cellularly say...
"All is well".
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