It’s staring me in the face,
waiting,
patiently
tapping
it’s hand’s on the edge
of my sanity.
And yet,
here I am
on my knees
hands clasped
in prayer position
knees touching
pavement
like a transient
begging for more then
spare change
transitioning
into making changes
It isnt enough
to envision
a better world
and sometimes
one foot
in front of the other
is how you trip..
Momma was right,
Bruises fade
but words
last forever
lingering in the back of your mind..
And I tried every technique
explained to me
to erase memories
that are toxic to my soul
All I’ve ever seen
slide through these
fingertips
are things
I squeezed the life out of
trying to hold onto.
Cant keep smiling
wondering if my eyes
are telling a different story..
Staring me in the face
hands tapping on the edge
of my sanity..
Tired of writing in the dark
so my shadow
doesnt leave an imprint
on lined paper
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You can bomb the world to peices, but cant bomb into peace