We have inherited the blemishes of untold moments
Still we rip through our odium to amass blithe shreds
We broil for the wounded
(the wounded) with no choice
and it aches
We have exhausted all exertions within this illness
Still acceptance blunders amidst our bent stride
We screech for the ignorant
and screech at the ignorant
Seeking amelioration in the heart of regression
But we have each other.
We will keep ourselves intact.
Let us bestow our love where it adapts
and pray for the rest
Barraged by blissful notions of more
I toil to relinquish this delusional solace,
and continue the labor of shaping an impact
“Go then – there are more worlds than these.”
For every travesty wrecked with abhorrence
Miniscule hope begins to breed.
For every timeless accretion of bitter resentment,
undying sentiments are conceived,
conserving our yearning for faith
ALL DWINDLES WITHOUT LOVE
We are immune to the poison saturating our fellows.
(We are) solitarily united in pursuing the Tower
We fight for the mangled
(the mangled) with no voice
and it works.
You can’t even pretend stretching is an accomplishment,
let alone burn (enough) to feel the muscles you didn’t know you had
We bellow for the needy
and bellow at the needy
Paving paths for reform at the root of damnation
But we are together.
We must keep each other safe.
Let us give our love where it belongs
and pray for the misled
But we LOVE
and our love SHRIEKS.
Will we continue to hate that which creates it,
or learn to rest in peace?
