I once told The World to pack his things and go.
I could take no more of his abuse.
Afraid to speak. The lack of sleep.
Convinced I'd lost my mind,
I could not bear to hear the news.
Turned towns to craters.
A mass grave for the young and old.
A mound of papers mightier than the sword he holds.
I watched this, breathless,
but I couldn't let him go.
For the next four years, I resolved to bite my tongue.
To make no waves.
To shut my eyes.
But my World has not relented, and I surely have to end it.
To make a statement, he'd sacrifice a vernal soul.
Face down on the pavement,
a boy,
his kill,
the body cold.
Not the first or last time, still I can not let him go.
"Who are you to say that we deserve better?
What do you think you have to prove?
Who are you to say that it can be better?
Why can't you just enjoy the view?
What do you have to lose?"
I confess, I often paint with a broad brush,
the only tool the world allots me,
and he expects no fuss,
saying, "At least I gave you a palate."
And that's true.
And it used to be vibrant.
But the colors have dwindled, and now it seems
only images of red and black are welcome in his scenes,
As the canvas screams,
“There are more than two colors in my head,"
A truth I must shed if I am ever going to shut both of my eyes,
And slow my breathing for the night.
Regain the strength to face it all again tomorrow.
It's hard to look unaffected with bags under your eyes.
"Who are you to say that we deserve better?
Who are you to say that it can be better?
Who are you?
How can we make this better?"
Waiting,
Poised,
Patient,
I'll bide my time then slip away,
Always the question,
Where can I go that's guarded from his gaze?
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