4/24/18 11:40 AM
there is a violence inside every peaceful moment
the break in quiet
from bludgeons through skulls
most times it’s a man
shouting for recognition
I prefer the birds
they tumble from their nests
fighting in front of me
and these little liaisons with the outside
when I can hear traffic and ambulances
they scream to be seen
and I am still passive
where is peace
in a world filled with unrest
where is love
in a man filled with fear
where is the exit
in a house with no doors
you can punch through walls
and bleed through knuckles
but it still won’t make you whole
or any more free