Below Surface Level Feelings
As you bleed to death, unable to stand
Like a mother reassuring her baby lamb.
I should paint your final moments as did
August Friedrich with style and elegance.
As your body crumbles, so does my pithiness.
You were displeasing, even if you loved me,
I despised you! Never war-ready or brave,
Born a cautious coward needless to say.
There was no guts, nor any ambition, just the
Scoldful scars of someone who wasn’t driven —
A lost pearl amongst the vast, empty oceans.
Value could no longer be said of this person.
Like the infant you were,
Keep squirming for love.
You were meant to be forgotten
And sent off like many doves.
No one will observe the upset
Face of this cursed child
Because the gasps for help
Wore him out. From articulative,
He was later exploited, with his
Rights revoked from speech and happiness.
What I believed was his whining,
It may’ve been how he truly felt.
Although it was a shame no one
Knew why his face continued to melt.
If lava poured on him, it wouldn’t change his numbness,
Only reveal the trauma induced, like a fractured skull.
He passed away due to an absence of kindness,
Most definitely one of the unlucky, earthly souls.
Rest easy little one, you’ll be loved in heaven’s clouds.
The lifeless eyes are sealed shut in the here now.
In paradise, you can still hear from high, high up,
All of the world’s inhumanity and devil mouths.
