Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...
I didn't know if I could go through it all at...
The early stanzas bursting with perplexity...
If only I could weave these
tendrils of confusion...
Everyday before dusk turns to dawn,
I read a couple of poems in my bed time...
Ink bleeds from the corners
of her mouth and dribbles...
Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...
Of all the ones you could have had
you chose me randomly out of a hat...
Riddles within cracks of pavement
are kept sacred within my mind...
Dreams are not tangible
yet I grip my pen to recount...
I never asked you to save me.
I only asked you to leave the lights on so I...
His words were poetry.
Every ebb and flow...
Ever made sense of the voices that tell you,
experience is cheap and words cost lives...