I breathe in,
I breathe out,

sunlight comes in through the window and graces this
single particle of dust when it twirls the universe around;
like us when we dance

- it all comes into focus

hoping for the day when i am sitting on the floor
sipping my tea and looking up at the windows
when the sun rays fall down onto me
and warm my skin
i am hoping for the day when i will wake up and have forgotten
i am waiting for the day when i will feel the sun again.

That smell, dear God that smell,
The smell of new person, so innocent, so fresh,
He’s yet to go through Hell,
The Hell I go through as he’s passed around like a drug,
No one can get enough of,
Now It’s my turn,
He smiles and for a moment I actually don’t feel worthless.

No one's ever died.

Everyone keeps living
and breathing
the same air.

No one's ever died before.
We just keep on recycling
their breaths.

Claws retract,
Prey is trapped,
Between death and pain,
Pinned and hanged.

Sauntering and sassy,
Tearing the flesh with it’s teeth,
Not very classy,
But the hum of the fur,
Attracts another,
A growling mutt comes,
A feast has begun,
No one has won.

The war over Gaza,
An age old battle,
With news became new,
Missiles flew,
Children's parts blew from one end of the walls to the other,
A daughter without a mother,
What have we done,
When will it end,
This war,

it dumb

We choose life,
always against the grain,
taken in, savored in the mouth, then spat out with haste,
ill gotten gains, worthy sins,
blessings felt as we puke over a porcelain basin,
we are but dried out clay clinging to the potters hand.

© H V Swan

As a child… were you ever punished for something you didn’t do? 

Maybe your sibling broke a lamp and blamed you.

Do you recall the desperate feelings of helplessness, anger, and frustration?

Well, that. My friend. Is the situation I am in.