Sat, 07/28/2018 - 16:44 -- HY-PHEN



The cool air slithers through your shirt.

The water soaks your face in vitality.

Your foot throbs with invisible hammers

The dark clouds shadow your happiest day.


These are just sensations.


The cat that isn't there skitters across the room.

The sun shoots stinging rays of revenge on your soft skin.

Your tongue floods your mouth, leaving no room.

The rose's thorn draws blood to warn you of their presence.


These are just sensations.


Your heart melts through your chest when (s)he leaves you.

Hope drains from your veins onto the floor.

Your defenseless, loneliness robs you.

The knife cuts deeper than the skin, into your soul.

Blood thickens on the floor.


These are just sensations.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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