We perish because we know not… #TLENews
Captured, battered and torn,
tortured, ridiculed and scorned,
you won’t let me die but refuse to let live
so as I wither from famine and thirst
my soul cries out a plea of mercy.
fed off crumbs no chance to grow strong
merely meager helpings of dung provides what little
sustenance that has allowed for this go on.
my heart is hung until it gasps for its last breath
loosen the grips of the noose for a spell
and then near asphyxiation is met again.
even in peacetime no treaty allows for peace as time
marches on and I’m left with dwindling seconds of reprieve
before the onslaught of another barrage of hour long strikes.
passion bright as day blinds the night
while rats nibble on carcasses of lost souls with no will to live
and vultures hover ever vigilant of the next spent soul to
double over and lament the tragic realization that this war in whole
was futile at best.
Prisoners of the struggle
better to cage the misled notions than to be victims to the same
so as it rains I hold my pan out to catch some rainwater
to moisten my mouth.
scars and wounds
mental anguish ensues
no sweeter melody could be played when the suffering is in tune
but I cry freedom from your dank tomb
I must escape from the grasps of the few or the many that have set out to ensnare plenty
that I might save one or two
no man left behind is the decree.