Hoping for Spring

My brain blows plasma

Creates chasms

Relinquishes in horror

At the things I can hardly fathom


Kids get killed by wide eyed men

And women are raped and savaged

Treated as a product in a misconstrued package

Children are abused, misused and locked in closets

And stoned if they ever come out

My mind hates myself with raver blades and flame and a bottle of alcohol

People live off the dead and live it well


My heart churns acid

Turns rancid and erratic

Breaking for the broken

And mourning the lives of the tragic



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