Voices

This is not a poem about

trust

but I save my mind

for beginnings


Forgetting fear

is like a hobby

walking with me

screaming at you


Howling condemnation

without knowing me

I am calm

You are a bomb


Sanctity is propelling us

But there is not glue

holding us

together


I only stay here

Because of fear

That god in the rear

will not disappear


I take my structure

into languishing parties…

Telling them I need:

Validation


I need synchronized wins

I cannot handle

the dark cloud

eating me


they can serve

their lust

on trays

to us


Because psych ward food is good

their book shelves

are nearly virgin

their workers are honest


Security comes and goes

you can be assaulted anywhere

but take your mind

into your heart

and do not share it


Here:

If we focus too much

It is perseverating

But trust is limited


You cannot be sure

what you feel

because

There is honestly just too much blood


My family

is not structured well

So I do not trust the gifts

from my mother


Forcefields laugh at me

I tell them

Try it without

anything at all


I do not trust anyone

except for the air

the greenery

the writings…


Even the trees feel

Even the people–

can stand idle

So I am here:

To do good by each


I motivate

Unlike others

From fumes

but across the sky


I will ply my powers

Across truth hood

without needing

Anything at all


Fear will kill so much

But I’ve seen more

than has been welcomed

And I absolutely just bury it.


I do want to have

featured works

everywhere

But the dark cloud makes itself known


there is progress

in this ingress

of entering wild messes

exhuming torment

They did not know


That I am the subject,

of an experiment,

so anyway:

It is all okay


I pledge to recognize and understand

and react

without

any feelings that are bad


Sacrifice is without

or within

but never

total


And I know,

to never ever,

give up.

Forgive me.