Are We?

how many times do we throw ourselves inside

squeezing beside what we know isn't right

all in an effort to please, only to bring this travail

dismembering the last refrain

under trees that no longer exist

fading in memories

no one dares to forget

are we not worthy?

for that matter

why always another

before.

in front of,

regardless

mirrors don't lie, they only peek 

this path has no rock solid promise

filled full of salty tears

littered with self serving cries

butchered in time

on a very cold night

when you think no one hears

I think I may have missed that demo

while batting at butterflies

drifting away

I will choose... now

right here,

this moment

for I can no longer stand the rain

bursting.

can't stomach this head~mush

blades plunge too deep

besides,

red isn't the tinge that I crave...

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Thank you for your comments and time.

:-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think we will be heard!

"who'll stop the rain?" (ccr)

no one...we stop it ourselves by raining words on pages filled with torment...
but we capture each moment of it...and even though they might seem self-serving

maybe the diatribes are our only way to attack what gives us such pain.

and maybe the trees will grow again.

jacob