Somber Times.
Mid July.
I spent my time getting high.
Out beyond
my four walled tomb,
I’d hear the joyful shrieks
from the children on the street,
rising to meet
the horizons
peak.
And
I’d think
back.
Back
to a time
when the day
would stretch on
for weeks.
When I truly
believed
in fairies,
and didn’t
isolate myself
for weeks.
Gaza is Burning
Yet the ones who have
the most power
to stop it,
Have turned a blind eye.
Turned a blind eye
loaded with weapons
of mass destruction.
They don’t care about
the buildings,
homes and families
ripped apart.
They don’t care about
the bags of body’s
piling up.
They don’t care who they were,
who they loved
or were loved by.
They don’t care how old
or how young.
They don’t care about anyone.
They don’t care about
the culture lost.
They only care about
Profits.
No matter the cost.
Money. Money. Money.
Is all they care for.
Oh sorry, I just fell
down the back of the sofa.
Got lost in all the crud
& shit I
forgot I got lost down there.
I thought I was
just a ball of cathair
& crud
for a while there.
The cathair I minded
not so much.
But the crud would
weigh me down.
Block me out.
Untethered &
in despair.
I thought I was going nowhere.
Then a
cat claw came down
& spiked
me in the
eye.
I thought I was
ready to
die.
Until,
Pulled up
from the crud
by the
claw
piercing my eye
I saw the
horizon
start to rise.
The sun breaking the clouds
I remembered
my wings.
I remembered
my soul.
I remembered how to breathe
and sing.
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