Ripple,
Ripple,
Ripple,
A man floats down the river.
Find the answers to your soul,
Discover your hearts desire in the place it all began.
I stare into the eyes of the one I should know better than all.
But I am a stranger in these lands.
I search, search out the words, the question my soul craves.
Why? How?
How can you hate yourself when you are the center?
You give relief to the thirsty, strength to the weak,
You rejuvenate the cracked, the broken.
You brighten all color, and give flavor to the bland.
You resinate life and its many forms.
Your ability to change form to fit the needs of all else and yet you harbor hate?
WHY DO YOU HATE YOURSELF?
But silence.
I see nothing.
These waters have been tainted, mislead, polluted, and defiled.
We wrap ourselves in pain, secrets, and despair like the fathers who've forgotten us.
These broken waters stare back at me,
Unwavering and unknown, eyes cut deep into me,
Its question for me is already known.
Why? Why do you wish to die?
Ripple,
Ripple,
Ripple,
These ripples turn to waves.
Splash.
The answer is clear.
A man floats down the river.
Categories:
resinate, death, depression, life, loss,
Form: Free verse
The glances, the people, the murmuring of voices
Their thoughts are amplified, their eyes are narrow
The hole in my back burns as their eyes follow with spite
Something is wrong here, something is not right
Whispers gather making a vile whine
Echos resinate within the invisible walls
They think I don't hear the wailing sound
But with their words, in these chains I am bound
Tightly they are clamped, thrown around my neck
The chains they think I don't see
So tight, I bleed, so tight, I can't breathe
With my heart in my hands, I offer and grieve
Battered and bruised I await the next blow
In the horror of their unspoken words, I scream
Their judgments have made me broken and lame
I lay in the residue of emptiness and shame
They've broken my body, ripped apart my soul
With their thoughts so loud, they have taken control
I watch my heart grow bitter and die
It shrivels to nothingness as I lay to proud to cry.
Categories:
resinate, confusion, death, life, social,
Form: Rhyme