The Poets’ Corner

Clutter stifling me; the night definitely not youngIt all begun as a game; I failed to find my inner clownsSlowly stumbling into a puzzle; my voice croaking at this point‘’They’’ run through my space; rendering me lost for thought

Clutter stifling me; the night definitely not young

It all begun as a game; I failed to find my inner clowns

Slowly stumbling into a puzzle; my voice croaking at this point

‘’They’’ run through my space; rendering me lost for thought

I sit on the floor and sing a patriotic song,

The whole room joins, swaying and holding shoulders,

Just like a cloud, it descended, heavy and low

For that moment, we were believers.

In our ascent of heights, we saw the same visions

Blurred and not still in motion, we felt love

I could envision the same blood flowing through their veins

My sworn enemies were simply men;

Men who never chose fate of their birth.  Just like, I didn’t.

Voices breaking, it suddenly isn’t a crime,

We apologize, we hug. ‘You are my brother; you hear me?  We are brothers

For this moment, I can see them for who they actually are.

The sharp rays of light sting, shattering bulbs inside my head,

Its morning, our bodies all over the room; legs hanging over heads,

It’s a sight I wish I could capture. The silence painted green.

Creeping as softly as I can, I rush out,

The miracles of yesterday not necessarily existing today,

They were back to being my unexplained enemies.

And I was back to being the unexplained threat,

The cycle of life we grew into; the words we never speak.

The complexities of a heart of a nation.

 

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