Black and Blue

Impregnated by a serum of disruption Towards a crippling era we have advanced Strangers to the eye that is atrocity we are not Rarely is the suffering worn so fine Into a mockery our emotions have evolved Favoring the appearance of a scab upon a toddler’s knee A simple co-existence far from significant As to the unfair hands of criticism we are lent Beneath such gargantuan clouds do we tread Though sharpened by misfortune warriors are bred It matters not the wounds that are carried But the shape that eventually is taken