Takes To Change

i wrote this piece after watching a slam poet at my school perform he is amazing, and this is my dream job

 

Wander through the halls at night

Shadows distort the walls

Where fallen comrades are laid to rest

On the other side, to rot

 

On the flip side

What gives?

Shouldn’t they be happy

That they don’t have to live

In fear and vain

Left awakening in vivid pain

I feel it

But I don’t believe

There’s nothing to be done about it

 

I am one

Of the hundreds upon thousands upon millions and billions even

That never make it home

For all those who’ve missed a Christmas

To those never acknowledged, who never get their tickets to flight oblivion  

 

The hand that fate has spun

Is not the one they deserve

No one warrants a life lived in silence

And to die alone, and unheard

 

Life was never fair

Who said it could be?

The world is a small place

Filled with horror, and apathy and disgrace

So often misplaced

 

Who’s to say where the wind will blow?

Wherever I go, I smell the stench

Sense the stories of those bodies, untold

And I can’t help but wonder

What secrets could they behold

The last words on their dying breath might tell

Us a little, but never all

 

Life is tough

We live in a land of death

Of hopelessness

Of impossibility

Of denial and disbelief    

Of endless, hapless bliss

 

What’s it take to take a stand

Is it the first young boy’s raised hand

Who questions the way we live

Who wonders when it will give

 

When his daddy will come home

And he’s done his time

Why we are all affected

When it will all just subside

 

Or is it the desire

The compelling, relentless need

To be heard

And forever end the ringing silence

Of nothing

 

Nothing at all

 

A thought

Leads to a mutter

To a whisper

To a word

To a question

To recognition

 

And to change

 

Author's Note

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