Chest holds grenades pulled of their pin
Daddooms counting down those ticks from within
Strokes falling short of a meaningful measure
Beats that retreat, as aching’s trump pleasure
Oh how chambers chime in a pitch out of tune
Rhythms depicting a heart now in ruin
Daddooms void of lust, rings stripped of luck
A life that’s no must, screams a “who gives a fuck”
Oh… but action takes motive, motive takes might
Who’s the lacer of gloves for living this fight?
The pins now been pulled, but whether to throw
Or wait clasping down for more souls than your own
The fight isn’t over, life’s in your hands
Grenades can be tossed to better-laid plans
Throw at the daemons poisoning mind
Let pins release pain, without blood on the line
Life isn’t over when thoughts muffle dreams
Life only halts when silencing screams
When a heart stops its course, short of fulfilled
When minds current racings are finally stilled
When that trigger is pointing to the one in the frame
When the mirrored reflection ends its own game
What is the fuel for pulling life’s pin?
Don’t rely on the mind that scolds what’s within
A stranger, a friend, a soul in the light
Is the lacer of gloves for winning this fight
Hearts soften voices poisoning minds
Rekindling hopes that alone you can’t find
Echo’s in mirror should be spied by another
Sounded in tongue, not by daemons you suffer
Put down the knife that’s intended to pierce
Cut down that noose that will cut short your years
Turn from the ledge that tows now caress
Discard the drugs you intend to ingest
Is your hearse laying chosen? Is the grave trumping life?
Is your hand on the trigger while your rolling deaths dice?
Please reconsider the bed you have made
Rest tomb bound plans covertly laid
I’ll lend you my mind to offload your daemon
My heart can fill yours, life’s not in completion
I am a Pediatric Occupational therapist from Australia who moved to New York to work as an Aupair for a family with a child with Autism. Motivated by a need to understand Autism from the perspective of a parent, I took a pay cut for an invaluable personal journey.
Understanding human behavior and then providing an art form for personal growth has been my recent love. I write poetry, blogs and societal critiques aimed at raising awareness for injustice. Thinking is the first step to changing.
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