Sunday, January 29, 2012

Children...


Children...


Some children smile,


Some children throw(bottles).


Some throw bottles...


with explosives...


did they know that...


were ready.


did they know that we think its better them than us?


Sorry...


I already know I’m here to survive.


Why do I need to be here only to survive?


Now I’m back, why is this, all I needed to feel?


Feel...


Relief...


Relief that I breathe.


Relief I’m breathing.


Trauma that I rock.


Back...


and,


Fourth.


In bed,


Through the night,


Sheets thrown about.


I hope this doesn’t last me throughout the rest of my life.