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When suns bled I thought If no one ever knows, then Pain is felt in vain.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Never did I spot a bird Whose wings bear just the sky. Though humanity's quite absurd, It's foolishly where they fly. -
They tore the muscle I was straining, In a desperate plea to be worth. Not calculating the losing to gaining, And every single path on Earth.
The soul strives blindly groping a path lacking an end. Perhaps a star shining kindly, But not enough to fix or mend. -
We shred the moon in our dirty fists if only to do Something. Waging the blood of torn battles without the fight itself. Plastered in a ring of pretend joy the darkness created when we surrendered to its pull.
Perhaps I am blind, And the world as been seeing, And so, mocked it.
If Liberty means boundary-less, then we'll all drown. Like no walls set in a building, and no rules in a teeming town. *
I remember when the tears flowed, and never froze from fear. And when the sun shone, they purely glowed, The water then was still clear.
Break me free of all, Melt the chains away with warmth, Build me wings on love.
The peaks lift my legs, At times to chase floating clouds, Yet others, to fight.
Bound to greatness are we if we live on instinct and spasm, And search a thesaurus for "sorry" and find beauty in sarcasm.
Memories of that golden hour When truth was just a little bird. Who did not need to strive for power And dismissed a claim that it’s absurd.
