Sweet chirps come from the trees
Small warbles of the animals echo around me
As I stare at the grass
Which is stained in scarlet.

Your body body lies still
Frozen in ice.
Your eyes never opening.

I wish I could turn back time
To when you stood by my side
Smiling that goofy grin
With your dimples pinching your cheeks.

As the moon sank
I heard a faint flow
Of an inky darkness
In a cry of a gifted owl
I should think it's nothing
But the cricket in a crook
Is humming hymns
Of surplus stillness
That has yet to come

Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words... will hurt me

Now Believing I'll never be loved

That I'll forever be trapped in thrones of isolation
You say I'm too weak, to dumb to meet anyone who makes me feel
alive, as if they created the moon and stars just for me

On the inside a broken heart seeks sympathy
While on the outside my heart hardens
As I empty every emotion so I may feel nothing
Now dont tell me that hurts less than a broken bone

Elusive eyes embrace thousands of faces which hold horrors that take root in one's subconscious.Like the stories stored deep within her scars. Or his longevity leaving through the slits on his wrists.Hoping things are different...Your story may have a happy ending but they just reached their ******.  

     Living beneath a flag symbolizing solidarity. Yet separation remains within each region, state, and city! Freedom is just another figment of one's mind! It's odd how God's perfect possessions are possessed with vicious vitality...Someone is speaking but the other's aren't listening. In strife with our speculations during the night when our sincerity strangles us!

     Weeping in our sleep wishing to wake to mama's pancakes, while politicians pollute our lives with handshakes.Minds racing while one's body is still! Inhumane humans and an unbalance between the rich and poor. Speaking truth on the unjust, yet they close their doors... Buried beneath four walls! Oblivious of one's inner demons dancing on their graves, listen to our creator as he speaks.

     He exclaims that we skip serenity and our minds fixate on the wealth we don't obtain! As another man yearns to earn as much as you...How could you sleep? When the other man doesn't have enough to eat! Focused on trivial tribulations... While she's praying she'll live to meet tomorrow. Enslaved by our own mental decree!

     Remember no matter your status we're not all gonna live to see tomorrow... so break free of your mental chains and ask yourself if your faith lies in the hands of the created or the creator?