Poor and pity, somehow fallen
From the purity surrounded
That I meant to mean.
Either sorrow in silence
Or vengeance I must seek
These are the options for recovery
My illegitimate soul weeps.
My heart is stomping, creating storm,
Ghostly fear discovers
A nauseating essence of human form.
Time limit for trauma
Is accepted to cease
In the absence of hurt
Not a minute more, please.
Curtains pulled to cover
The heinous crimes of all
Society’s trauma blindness
Is in woman’s unrecovered core.
Moving stillness in a sitting traffic,
I am speaking
But my lips don’t move at all.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 12:28 PM UTC
Poor and pity, somehow fallen
From the purity surrounded
That I meant to mean.
Either sorrow in silence
Or vengeance I must seek
These are the options for recovery
My illegitimate soul weeps.
My heart is stomping, creating storm,
Ghostly fear discovers
A nauseating essence of human form.
Time limit for trauma
Is accepted to cease
In the absence of hurt
Not a minute more, please.
Curtains pulled to cover
The heinous crimes of all
Society’s trauma blindness
Is in woman’s unrecovered core.
Moving stillness in a sitting traffic,
I am speaking
But my lips don’t move at all.