When the wild flowers kissed the sky
and you drank your nostrils full to brim
with life's sweet stench of youth
Your eyes filled with hurt in each passing breath
DENIAL
You sit alone and cry with unfelt pain.
The children of dying earth howl
for the love their parents never gave
nor trusted to give.
So the sorrow ate their souls
and left milky white and empty shells
in place of young life that once danced in it's shadow.
The angry mass of hate
balled into a fetal child's eyes.
Suicidal ramblings cloud like the deepest murky water.
Childhood slips down his frame like a stream of piss.
In every clap of thunder
he hears the screams of dead lovers
and fear rises in his chest like vomit.
He runs
Through the tears of pregnant gray clouds
deadened with silence.
The pewter sky bursts into flames
as he drifts to sleep in a swirling cloud of smoke
His last feeble attempt to scream is wasted
in a final breath
as a gust of wind replaces the echo with a faint mournful sigh
and once again, his cries go unnoticed.
Sucks, no?
lisa
with much love
breta