my eyes are wide as i stare into space
wondering how i will ever save face
always thought the worst had come
searching now for the edge to jump
it is slippery, that’s why you fell
6 feet deep into a wooden hell
or concrete cell, chained iron bars
branded spear pierced my heart
etched are words of love and hate
wondering if they were real or fake
upon hearing your name
once pride now shame
questioning why humanity was slain
i didn’t lose my innocence, you killed it
blood needn’t be shed, you spilled it
tearless eye, you filled it
once untouched,
left wounded.
Whoah. bro….
you know what i love about poetry like this?
its personal, like this is right from the core of your heart
and yet, different people will read that
and easily relate it to something equally core deep of their own
and then they’ll read it again
and again
and again
and that’s why politikin is only as half at intense as poetikin
and that aint even a word…
wsalaam