If your ears never housed sweet words,
If your mind always whspered canonballs
and fired at sight, any righteous thought
of self love...
Charity cases must grow heartfelt,
reflections must take you by surprise and bruise,
bruise your cholesterol heart.
Hopes to end this war,
Make history, a D-day,
seem unrealistic and far because
you end every war and never your own,
blow every candle and ignore yours,
carry hope and forget to board.
And I'm such a ghost.
Such annoyance you ignore.
Why thrust? why drown? im off your
shoulders; adorned with guilt,
insecurities,demons I've already fought.
Sweet words circle the drain
and suffocate you, as
I stand here and cry questions;
"will anyone help you?"
"will you smile, away?"
Somewhere lays a desire
to pearl yourself be born-again,
everyone prays, and even light knows
even God knows
you deserve more.