the world

i was given a heart to fill

but i was given but little

to fulfill

my heart broke

in this shortcoming

i yearned to,

but could not sing

i yearned and squirmed

as i could not reach

i could not find,

to hold

to play

to sing that

which was trapped,

that screamed.

to be released

so hard to hold inside

that was so ready,

so ready to explode

like a wolf howling

at the frozen moon,

his lonely pain unleashed,

my voice

inside of me,

burst

with little power

to reverse the damage,

to arrest the force,

that daily kills,

that suffocates

the blossom,

that would emerge,

for the world kills

such iron holds

such merciless teeth,

such cruelty,

that grinds tender youth

i grew to be a battered-torn,

a fragment

of what's left of me,

a mostly mute

relic,

of what becomes of most of us

for the world kills,

it kills the innocent