Holding Out For A Heart

Family will always be there for each other

Family will always have each others back

These statements have bound feet

They do not cover any ground on the battleground of the broken heart

 

Blood runs deep

Blood is thicker than water

This red river is a mirage of a mirrored moat

And its iron irritant leaves a bitter taste in the mouth

Making polluted waters taste even sweeter  

 

Red rivers do not even lend enough liquid to let the lifeboat float

At least polluted waters rush rampantly

Even if its rhythm is ricocheted into ruin by foreign rhyme

 

At least polluted waters can fill a cup

While red rivers leave a soul thirsty  

While red rivers plant stunted trees that have hints of harboring healthy fruit

But only bear buds which beckon bugs, brutes, and beasts

 

The soul sours from subjugation to the whispers that will it away from the wayside of sweeter waters

And after years of hoping that the harvest will be bountiful

Hands remain outstretched

Empty of a nutrient

And full of a virus that has eaten away so much of the soul that in its place remains a skeletal husk

 

A husk which holds out a numb hand

Whose fingers eternally reach for a sustenance suspended by a stubborn branch

A husk which has dry lips

Lips that wish for sweeter waters

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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