A Debt of Entry

 In those times you lay awake

A somber thought possessed

This "bleeding heart" will take what's left of friends...

 But what friends?

The accomplices to a smiling hate crime

Donning a simple mask of peace?

An innocent soul laughs at the meek

And the bold shout with dismay,

"Send me away! Cast me out to a farther sea, in hopes that I might be...

...similar!"

 A glint behind cloth.

A once happy life shrouded in discomfort

Or only what appeared to be

A normal childhood.

 Calmly, you step out into the wind.

Your shoulders, your chest pushed back from a misguided force

Merely an infant of nature, but all the same.

For what? For whom? And when?

Are we not who you thought us to be?

Do we think? Can we breath?

Is the zephyr hiding the Sun still as beautiful an experience to us?

Can we forget about it?

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

I like the write. Very interesting.
Question...I get a strange feeling when I come to your page. Been here several times to browse about.
Do you hide here ?
Something seems out of place.
Scott

[labyrinthapathy]

I'm glad these words are inducing feelings and interest. And there's a certain refuge in putting out what's festering in your mind in a forum that can't know the exact origins, but can certainly enjoy or connect to, or even ponder for a while. So, to an extent, I do hide here... ~Doc

[Scott Metro]

Thanks for the answer..I was afraid I trespassed but was curious. I'm a bit odd sometimes.
Thank you

[labyrinthapathy]

Nothing wrong with that. Oddities are far better than the norm, in my frank opinion. And you could never trespass. I encourage the comments. I rather enjoy them. ^^ You're welcome. ~Doc