Isn't every human a poem in motion
With varying degrees
Of depth and complexity?

Trapped within your sunflower eyes
I see the distant glow
Of all the rivers that cross the globe
Like turquoise scars
With velvet leaves,
And my mind in chains above them.

My pen is broken,
Leaking ink,
Bleeding dark thoughts all around me.

Show me the joy of emotions
And humanity...
Hotwire a smile out of this frown.

Lost on stars of styrofoam or plastic
(Nothing natural to burn me now)
I gaze back to the irises where I've found belonging,
And old rose light washes over me
Like holy deliverance, in a darker fashion.