The Fifth HorsemanA Poem by Silent AngelFamine Watch as the 13 year old Pushes food around her plate And God forbid a piece makes it To her mouth She wouldn’t be an advocate For the ‘Starving Kids in Africa’ She’d be one of them Wanting after idols And wearing a size 2 It isn't enough Never enough She’s used to the hunger The pains in her stomach Used to the baggy clothes The 7 miles a day The fake smiles The fake laughs Imperfection Is the killer here? The greatest victory The Black Horse was hoping for Where the world chooses To starve themselves To death.
And you say nothing.
Conquest Watch the bald children With their lives withering away As cancer rates climb And doctors And governments Sweat to make excuses for the lack Of a cure As the kids pull their IV plugs As they write their last notes As they give up Because what’s the point of fighting If it all comes back? And a little boy of 12 Crying in a closet To escape the beeping machines Finds a way to make it look like A medical accident Because his parents are just waiting His school is waiting His friends are waiting For it to be over And he doesn’t want to hold them Back He is not a miracle His is a burden He is a wish-granter He will die While the White Horse laughs Its latest conquest
And you say nothing.
Rage Watch as the boy from school Eyes rimmed red with alcohol Beats out a punching bag His bruised hands covered in white The anger burning in his eyes And when a smaller boy With blonde curls and thick glasses Gets too close He is pounded like a brick wall Running away crying His 'manliness' gone While the boy of anger Is satisfied for a few As he signs the papers As he heads to camp To continue to beat Boys his age with different skin And say it’s for freedom And say it’s for a country Draped in red; white; blue He will laugh at death And laugh at pain While inflicting it on others Because he can’t go home There is no home He hopes he dies in battle Because at least now the bruises Have a real excuse And he has an escape As he spills others blood The way his was spilled.
And you say nothing.
Death Watch as the pretty girl Carefully cleans her locker Skipping classes she’s never once Missed Too smart to find a friend Too strong to fall apart Too weak to stay together With parents who hear words But not the sound of the screams Underneath With companions who don’t see The smile stretch her lips But not her eyes As she writes a note at lunch As she picks up the bottle she accidently Dropped As she misses school the next day And the next And the next And you finally hear the news That her parents found her in the bath Late one night And she is gone Gone Gone
And you said nothing.
It takes a long time Before people realize That there are not four horsemen Of the apocalypse There are five Five as you cry alone in your room Five as you stay in bed because you can’t get up Five as you smile and ignore the pain Five as you slit your wrists And thighs And neck And shoulders And stomach And lungs and heart and throat As you hide the screams Clawing inside you As you pretend the pain Isn’t enough to kill you? And you don’t talk about Rape Or suicide Or cuts To death And bullies And anger And starving And imperfection And standards And anxiety And depression And love becomes foreign And words become foreign And you’re speaking But you feel mute And nobody listens And nobody hears And maybe they care And maybe they don’t And maybe you’ll last One more day And maybe You won’t.
Silence.
This is the fifth horseman
As they witness murder And say nothing As they hear a scream And say nothing As they see a car crash And do nothing As they feed the media And say nothing As girls and boys Starve to be pretty Cut to be loved Beat to be idolized And they say Nothing.
Because half the world Could be saved Could be loved Could be happy If it weren't for the Invisible Horseman Laughing his victory As he convinces everyone To say nothing.
And you know this.
And you say nothing. © 2014 Silent Angel |
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Added on August 25, 2014 Last Updated on August 29, 2014 AuthorSilent AngelAZAbout"If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I was not made for here." more..Writing
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