Visions
Soch sordid words have fallen
Into deaf ears
A mind ignored in
Swollen form
And without fear
Today I show my face
And whispers turn into screams,
Visions of what might have been and what will never be.
Conforming to rejection
And it’s coexisting pain until abnormal is routine
And it’s routine to tolerate.
The scars are imbedded lost in translation
Spoken too softly
Or maybe you didn’t hear me
Carved in reflection
The beast in the beauty
Loathing and listning
Or maybe you weren’t listening
So where
Will you run if the sky starts falling?
When your home is nowhere to be found?
Will you remain unscarred beyond
Relentless crawling when your world
Comes tumbling down?
Today I showed my face and whispers turned to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be
Cause and effect, and ignorance is bliss
Words can be weapons if that is what you wish
Pause an reflect with the blade at your wrist.
The silence is deafening and screams all of this!