Cowardice
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Slick sleet, sleepy things
Stumble over me
Hot mess, camo dress
Be still to not be seen
Fire moths busy
Setting sparks to trees
No time to seek for shelter
As grenades go
And here I thought that we would write books
Magazines of controversy to be shouted at and intellectualized
He wants more than I can give.
He has hopes that cannot be.
I ponder on this impression.
Can I find the strength to disappoint?
It would be easiest to ignore it all.
I could give him what he wants,
A young man with many dreams,
But lacking the courage to pursue.
It's all so hopeless, it seems.
Whatever should he do?
The world laughs and mocks him,
Calls him revolting names.
Cannot go any further, the pain hurts just so
For months and months, they taunted
Mocked and tortured the soul
Bullies amuck
Fear is a universal language
Anyone around the world can speak it
But what I'm talking about are cowards
People who will never reach the summit
Maybe
You’re on the edge and about to jump
Or you’ll go for the gun
The rope looks like the one
The drugs look the most fun
Why?
Because they called you dumb?
Called you a bum?
