Black Dove
a hush shivers my spine,
it reeks havoc and I no longer speak-
I traveled back in time,
the only thing I find
is the tapping of soft feet.
they keep quiet at daybreak,
and wipe a tear before bed-
unspoken words are insinuated
when you're hungry...unfed.
pull the plug,
shock me with paddles,
remorse comes so cheap,
when you're the sinner who reaps-
hush little babies,
don't cry when your broken,
for so much is said with
words unspoken.
a lonely boy follows til
he can no longer see-
and in his last breath
he whispers hello to me.
I wonder if the little birdie knows
there's no room for pain-
asking questions,
demanding answers,
driving everyone insane.
freedom of speech can
reveal so much,
as the pain of a whisper
can damage as such.
no reasons for healing,
my dealing is dead,
sanctify moments of
sorrow before bed.
sinister and snaggle-toothed
you slur with wine on your breath,
all lies hidden in the truth,
when you wake up lost...dead.
suicidal tendencies
stole you away from me,
tragic hushed ease,
the cruelty finally frees.
until the day arrives when
you can speak with love,
I shall hope with grace
you'll find healing from above.
fly away black dove...
fly away...
June 19, 2017
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