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It can be deadly to go on like this
In my nostrils,
Rude ants.
In my hair, the sun’s warmth negotiates,
It will pull out,
Leaving me cold still.
Shallow voices,
Singing with contempt,
Because they know it is justified this time.
I need to remember,
It can be deadly to go on like this,
Like I am alive.
They sit there above the prison they dug for me,
All the ones who swore to never forget me, after they had discovered me,
Even when I told them that wasn’t me.
The ones who loved my story,
Only because I did not have the strength to tell them my story.
The ones who would have chased me down
And killed me.
Not to take my life,
But to save my life,
For the legacy of their own death.
For all their hopes and dreams
That had died because they had not the strength to close their eyes anymore.
The ones who feared everything
Because fear meant yielding,
And yielding meant someone must grasp them.
I need to remember,
It can be deadly to go on like this,
Like I am alive.
The one thing still living
The open legged hope,
Of coming together in creation,
A little oasis, willing to embrace
If you are willing to ensnare
That which will be taught to thank you anyway.
Those little voices which will be bullied by society
Into believing that society is the purpose.
The purpose is to avoid their own guilt.
Their own guilt is not worthy of sympathy,
They are not even evil.
The evil seek to be even.
Even while the good surpass them,
The masters of so many sins,
But they have no interest in controlling them.
The ones who will sit down with you
And tell you “Now it has begun,
The journey into death,”
And they describe the fictional reality
Of the place you were born into,
The hellish pool,
Just deep enough to drown you,
But shallow enough to let you take in some air,
Just enough that you plead for more,
As it hugs you,
This slimy afterbirth, stealing from your clear tears,
With its murkiness,
Murkiness, which could be read like a bible.
The bible, which says “no more anger,
What did you think you ever were?”
I need to remember,
It can be deadly to go on like this,
Like I am alive.
I wish more people could write like this. So many people are caught up in trying to rhyme that they don't get out what they want to say. You captured everything perfectly. I loved this. Pen on!