Alphabet,
Can play constellations on tongues,
Some speak volumes,
A book of vowels,
While in others. silence ruminates,
Binding notepad to Bible,
The spine, a ghosttown for truth,
Thin line of abuse and love,
I’ve felt both
I always feel both,
They always read me using their fingers,
Mouths don’t sing or hum beautiful notes anymore,
instead insults come out mouths that read Glory long ago,
haggered soul of mine,
may you stop weeping on the wrong ground,
and may you stay put in peace.