I think about how I see every day from words

Twisted visions secrets of pain and broken truths

Sometimes fine flowers drooping heavy of perverted torn art

Pieces together a child that rants heavy black smoking words

Hiding in the shame and humiliation in the annex that behooves

Any calm day hides the thundering storms inside

How the world

Twisted from the thunder

For a moment fierce

Against this child

In the guise of trust

I see want

In every eye

Hidden agenda

From every word

I feel deceit

In every gesture

Humiliation

From every look

I do not feel love

Not for self

Or other

As it was never

Share with me

To heal wounds

Of heart soul

Or body

Closeness is invisible

To me unseen

Unbelief

To this child

No hand to care

But stop cracked

Against the inner

Thunder quakes