“Enough”
said the echo to the voice that kept yelling

“Enough”
said the boy that was bullied and raging

“Enough”
said the wife that was battered and bleeding

“Enough”
said the man on the bridge and is jumping

“Enough”
said a world that was lost and still spinning

“Enough”
said truth to deceit and the lying

“Enough”
said the poet to his soul and the writing

“Enough”

On darkest nights, when full moons preside
Silver bullets are just the thing
When the howls are coming from inside
Silence with silver, gunshot ring

Gold grows tarnished and fractured, such fragile prizes
And bronze knights are forgotten soon as the sun rises
Leave nothing to mock, nothing to pilfer
Paint the walls cerebral and silver

He is everything I'll never be; enough and appealing.

And I'm everything that he isn't; broken and entombed. Put away.

But becoming - blooming.