Take a sweeping glance at it all
Cast your eyes where the edges fall
And shame comes to life
Just to remind you his silence allows you
To live. To exist.
And tell me who to blame.
The past keeps poking
On your mental fortitude, rocking
The what is meant to anchor you amidst
The seemingly sane men flooding the streets
Always hurrying. Always rallying.
And tell me who else to blame.
From the shores of your own angry seas
You stood like a spectator waiting to see
How high them toxic waves can raise
Too stiff to entice the much needed inner peace
Reigniting confusion. Refueling its storm.
And tell me who we should blame.
This piece was/is a freewrite from Hive that was collecting dust in my drafts for the last two days.
Why?
Sometimes it is difficult to convince myself that a piece is good enough to see the light of the screen. Also. It felt like it wasn't complete. Like there is/was something it lacking as a piece. But I can't seem to come up with anything else to add to it. Share your thoughts :)
very good keep going