Did your body not warn you before you were wrung dry?
The day you found yourself depleted, the nights that lead upto it became fragile, your cell heavy as they were heaved onto the bed.
Did you not listen to your body, when you woke up with a heavy chest and your body begged you to sleep?
Did you not acknowledge your heart when it had become a black hole the night before as it ****** you out in. Your bones like gravestones prominent among the barren skin.
Did the suffocating dark matter not ring louder as you gasped for air with burnt lungs.
When you stood there overworked, with signals mixed and sensitive rewired and tangled did the response fit their norm of you?
Did your voice not thud, with the lump in your throat? Did your heart not pound against your ribcage, your stomach not curdle with that war in your chest, as your mind raced and your chest pressured as you tried to clutch that breath?
Did your hormones not muddle with your thoughts? Did they not drown them in depths and set them on fire all at once? Did it not ache your muscles before it all turned red?
Did your body not scream when they came near? Your feet cemented, as your body froze? Did your gut not twist till you felt nauseous?
Did your toes not curl when the feeling sunk through your spine, sat in your bones like an unwanted guest, and you like an unwilling host?
Did you not feel the chill shiver down your spine as terror spread across your face and painted it white before the quake came?
Did you not acknowledge your body is the vessel that you kept giving and pushing depleting it of the right to rest rather than opening it to the abundance of love it was surrounded by.
Your body became over extended, your mind became forgetful a body that is now a red flag; travesty.
I have lost you You were built to fight The cause was your nation And the fault was your passion You wanted more than this But desert sands told you what to feel As you lost friend and foe Your deepest dreams sunk in sorrow and woe
A common sorrow But when your life borrow The space underground For the enemy that run abound I question who the life was for Those who love their home Or those who want more You did not decide Your life was what they called an order Laid to rest Another number Adorned with nothing No crown As if you were not born
He was a statistic A football play Hail thine Mary This bullet goes all the way
Men, oh the men They burnt my version of whispering woods Now all I can see is grey And all I can smell is the smoke I have ashes over my cactuses My uncle is awake And he is crying Because he knows it won't go back To how it was even if it grows again And I'm crying Because I know it's true.