For the wind to suck

Call it what you will,
I too have gathered the kindling
of my body from your burning hands
as you do your god's work.
I have escaped into night
like a lonely song escaping from a mouth
on their bed in the dark,
reaching into something colder than fear,
crueller than pain. You can say it is trauma
but I know they will kill me
just because I breathe
like the trees gathering themselves
for the fornication that the storm brings,
at least for those with beds to be fetal upon.
I sit with the storm in my chest
& try to calm all the roused anger
in my head. I too am a movie
on someone's dinner plate,
a skin on the floor
for their father to be proud upon.
I am almost extinct, a child waiting
for mother to tell why it was so important
to breathe here. How much will I be worth
when I make my last exhale?
All the money in the world
will not buy my agony.
All the attempts
will not buy my love?
Hunted to the ground, I wander
this soulless earth, among warm bodies
carrying cold hearts. I dream
with them. I genuflect
before the god of my bone
& I offer my flesh before old altars;
this earth will empty in my absence
or not; because there are men here.
What is more evil?


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I sit with the storm in my chest 🌻

In its own way, your work has always spoken on my behalf. It leaks of depression and anxiety. How did fate make grey so familiar? 💕

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If voice was given to all,
how will they respond?

Very well written. It is no easy job to be alive in this world.

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I always do enjoy reading your poem.. This isn't excluded.. This is powerful

I sit with the storm in my chest
& try to calm all the roused anger
in my head. I too am a movie
on someone's dinner plate...

I just can't stop loving this line... We all are indeed movies on someone else's dinner plate...

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Yeah everyone wants to watch other people's lives

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You can say it is trauma
but I know they will kill me
just because I breathe

I really fell in love with this part of your writing, sometimes the weariness of life on our back already weighs, but we must keep flowing because life is not easy to live it.

Hug

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