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.