A voice screaming in the dark
With the wind rush breath
Uncertainty running through the heart,
Rage of anger and the fear of death.
Our part in society a distant Art bequeath
beneath waves of other voices now sheathed.
Our braided hair with sweat festered beneath,
The loose roots may sway in delusion displayed.
The squint help, surface numb with silence
Perched banners reached blinked tears,
Compensation inspired to penance.
Pensive remains the offensive dairies.
That pondering on the wind wash quay
The clarity to stay, come what may,
By grieving souls, the rhythm weighs.
The guilty fabric of the pride that fray.
Voices in the dark left the scars behind,
Waited in line for the tides and times
gritted teeth closed parts of the locked mind
the surfeit of uncertainty refines.
The pain within always trying to escape
the scars made joy too late trying to break
free from this agony and denuded ache
that human fleet of darkness separate.