You Caused this Suffering …
In the clear parallel of unburdening one’s self,
In myriad wealths of truth foretelling of this hell
These journals scribed of hurtles, of circuses of health,
With evils that have surfaced
The devil’s clientele
With headaches on repeat,
for blankets and some sheets
The streets are welcoming to those who feel so incomplete
Replete with scars of civil war and syringes onto meat
The scrubs in rainbow color shirts come searching for a beat
How many welcome hands abound, can save a child alone
The engraver fit with steady limbs engraves upon your stone
Alone the soul begins to moan, arrested by its death
The priest with crosses gripping tight, narrate with voided breath.
In salty silence comes the groans, the tears pooled near the lace
The human grimace of defeat, a motif frown’s embrace
Is this what life’s beholden to, so ravaged by disgrace
Confused by recent mishaps, and now a frozen face.
Life is like a kaleidoscope, so broken at its core,
As each day is annexed to itself, the mind is waging war
The spectres of day engulf the light and reach for more,
And the drug store knows of this, and opens up its door.
So shallow pleas are gibberish, that never held a voice
Facades of sad indifference, that never had a choice.
That inner child once rejoiced, now sounds vociferous,
Unmindful of what he employs, so ripe with ignorance.
The psyche mingled with the ghosts, the voices in your head
They promulgate what’s needed most, or claim you’ll end up dead.
The narrative that’s been on coast, is that they fix your dread
These ghosts deserved an inner toast, they up and made their bed-
Embedded in your inner head, the body was consigned
Your soul was feeble, sapping slow, just like a weeping pine.
They found you with a sweeter smile, just laying there supine
The dealers no more at your door, because your life resigned.