try again.

it just hit me, like a fist in the face, that i am on my own: no one here to embrace;
the truth, hard and cold, like a stone on the ground, tears away the walls, the sky, the clouds.
i feel nothing; my mind is white.
black is the product of all colors.
white is the utter lack of color.
i used to see colors, plenty of them,
but then they dulled to black and white.
some parts of my mind are far too focused.
there is so much color it dulls to a black.
then there are areas of white;
dead zones that are void of color.
i want to white everything out, and restart with new colors.
i want to try again.
how do i do that?
is it even possible?

hole.

hardships come, and knowing follows in their wake.
like cryptic hieroglyphic sketches; inevitably relevant.
standing on some edge, peering down into some infinitesimal hole.
knowing escapes me; the struggle engulfs me...now.
hardships come, and pain does pass.
like a winter chill, though, the feeling stays within the bones.
standing on that infinitesimal edge: looking down, and seeing nothing.
i cannot fathom the compromise that this journey is comprised of, dear.
please, let me know if we've got far to go; until the skies are once more clear.

growth

freedom is no longer a choice:
they've silenced our collective voice.
nothing comes from nothing in the end.
simple-minded gred has vanquished our intellect.
youth have hope, please: you can clear this shroud.
overdosed on wealth, they've become docile under their crown.

hell will flourish with flames,
and ash will cover our grounds.
surrogate sons:
pull the tyrants down.

growth will prosper,
soil fertilized by the ashes of the ones
who steal, cheat, and lie.
organic hope shall
feed us for the rest of our lives.

equaity will ring true
once the air is clear.
love will guide us through,
the Earth will banish fear.

heal...
we can heal.
the pain is real...
but they will feel...
the truth...so real...
we can...heal.
we will...heal.
heal...healing is real.
relief will come soon.
relief we will...
we will feel.

loss

sleep no longer
rests my body,
aching, breaking,
like i'm rotting
from the inside...
out.

poisoned by the
lack of discretion
practiced by
our world.

like a cancer...
contaminating
the structure
of our collective unconscious.

at a loss of words
from the loss of life,
the passage of time
flows far too fast
to warrant inaction.