I’m not a savior
I’m not a conquerer
I cannot mend cracked walls
I’m nothing but me
A melting despair
over all the repeating dross
that surrounds me
So much to say, so much to hold wedged at throat
I restrain my words certain of your poor misconceive
What does it take to hear
And try to understand?
What does it take to lacerate ourselves from rusted roots
We bury sturdy on the ground?
My heart is shattered within
My heart is a slave of my sadness unspoken
Have you ever felt forgotten?
Fed by the hate that burns your nerves?
Inhumed in the putrid mist of your past rottening?
Venereal losses that build the growth