your tears are felt
like polluted drops from the dark pillows
of that which seems to be sleeping
you scream to awaken it
you scream to be heard
by those afraid to hear
by those who do not want to hear
who do not want your mouths too close to their ears
they could then feel the breath that is fading
they could then feel the breath that has stopped
they were not there
when it seemed as if the kingdom had collapsed
and was falling from the sky
as shrapnel flew from thunder
louder than the command that banished the angel
so many hopes and prayers ago
as sleek savage birds chirped a horrific awakening:
your freedom is not yours
your lives are not yours.
how very touching, and sad
Comment by kass2010 — October 13, 2010 @ 3:28 AM |
Glad that it touched your heart. Thanks for taking the time to comment…
Comment by chalbertjr — October 15, 2010 @ 7:43 PM |