I know that I am unlearned,
stuttering.
You’ve got your good intentions,
well,
that’s nice – nice – nice.
Spell your soul out with belongings.
Possessions, you are so careless –
you leave a piece of you behind
with everything you
t-t-touch.
Are you so reckless with your own soul
that if the world around you were destroyed
your identity would go up in flames?
Touch upon this,
If you were alone – lonely – lonesome,
If you were abandoned,
on you own,
are you not still whole?
Have compassion.
Don’t be a lover of cells and molecules.
Don’t make love to lifeless things
for they will steal you
eat you
deaf-deaf-defeat you.
And yet, you’re the one with the hunger,
hungering for completeness.
I know this much about you,
you’re a stranger,
but I can read you –
because no matter what you say,
you wear your self-worth on your back.
On your face.
No matter what you say,
no matter how cold and guarded,
you heart,
stranger,
is bleeding out on your
s-s-sleeve.
Won't you, will you believe me?
Sometimes I think humanity has forgotten
how to admit the truth.
Love something lasting,
Love someone lasting.
Maybe you will find that this loyal friend
has gone-long-strongly collecting
the pieces of yourself you so recklessly lost.
Treasures of mortality will never fill you.
Don’t lose yourself.
Do you really think the kings and sultans were satisfied?
Why do you think the reckless feral creature is self-satisfied,
even as they may starve?
Don’t hunger for ancient fingerprints they lost.
Push it away,
take one love close,
run with the warrior who will fight for their own good.
Shame on princely wars in the name of courtiers.
I won’t join a the hierarchy of history.
I won’t compromise my self.
I’ll love and live until my body cannot support life,
I won’t stop living before then.
How about you,
St-st-stranger.
You're bleeding life blood out that silken sleeve. |
Submission Name: Epitome Impediment
