writing Wings in Their Spines

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I’ve grown tired from each passing day

Falling deeper by unknown means in your etched cycle

Hearing the stories of every occurrence

Bearing the sigil of emotional scarring as I embark as a daily witness

Fortune’s strange grace on infants born to disease

Or the cries of children I’ve never met, yearning for the pain to end

People roaming the world with no place to go

And others surviving with no reason to do so

All of it I’ve seen

And by your damned wishes, all of it I have felt

Pain, of others or of myself, felt deeply by no conventional means

I would ask of your help, to stop the injustice of this perpetual sadness

But I know the reasons why you hide your face

Even so, upon every night I rest my eyes, I see the faces of the dead and dying

The weak and the blind, the hurt and the depressed

The lives of those who find only another sleepless night

All in my head and corrupting my dreams, as I have bore witness

Your merciless injustice in life and in hope

 

It is all just scars to a mind, no more it would seem

I’ll pretend that I sleep well, and wake with a smile

I’ll go on living the life you’d expect me to have

A normality smothered in fallacies, your dream for us in ignorance

I’ll cover my eyes when they walk by, the ones who can’t keep living

And I’ll turn the page when I read of there ends

I bore witness before, and bear it today

And tomorrow I’ll try to forget, so that I can keep living               

My dream world of perfected pain from the heart

My anger swelled up, curdled and rotten, tearing me asunder every night

Damned to continue watching, I try… I try…

I’ll never continue, I simply can’t

 

Witnesses to the world we were forced to observe

I’d ask for it to end only for the disappointment of another tragic nightmare

I’d pray, but I have forgotten the words to use

Little angels that you gave life are flying away

And with them they carry the words of tomorrow

Unable to know of your good intentions, as you cast them down as they began to ascend

The words I would give to you are lost

The pain of the loss, my heart to continue beating

Please little angels… fly away…

 

-David F.