I feel as though I can feel the anguish of the world,
I can feel every patter across hands,
and every prick, prickle of fingertips across ivy leaves,
I can feel the pain of the broken world,
its heart is in ruins, and with every beat, its muscle’s cramp up,
spreading through the body runs the current of sadness,
in rainbow shades of torment,
this emenates in the rivers of the world,
the oceans grow crippled, debilitated
It sems as though this shattered earth has burst into my hands
I, like a humming bird have recieved a song to sing,
I recieve what is disposable debris,
It’s collossal, like a big bang of atoms thrown across the galaxies,
Waves and phases of the Moon progress into what makes Creation
I feel it to my core, the hurt of torture children,
the Loss of love,
I see it in their eyes, their irises speak to me in dreams,
they speak in a tongue that doesn’t require words to hit the mouth,
Instead silent engagement is observed,
Those who are lost, beaten and taken for granted,
I can see it in the way they move their bodies,
the sway of the hips are not apparent,
Killers out on the loose destroying all that is lumiscent,
Sabotaging all that is light and fire,
Ruining,
The trees tell me everything, I can feel them in my sternum,
Solid trunks living inside me,
fishes running from Predators,
We humans only seem to want to end lives and sell it as pretty innovation
Where is the beauty in horror?
I feel as though I can feel the anguish of the world