Beautiful Nightmare

Hello?

Am I alone?

I’m sorry—

I tend to forget the loneliness

of being passionate

about the things and people you love.

The mess made must be cleaned up.

But who cares

to fix the one

they have broken?

Allow me to stare straight into the tunnel

that offers no solution to any problem,

while complaints replace

simple well wishes.

Why must the mess keep spilling

after we’ve slipped

and harmed every bone in our body?

Explain the hate

pointed toward souls

that cry out

for constant healing.

Fix those

who were properly built for destruction,

and tear down

the buildings made sturdy and humble.

Watch them bleed

without a visible cut

and no tears shed—

but don’t be mistaken

by the ones who appear unfazed.

Listen closely

while they whisper

each hurtful element of life

just to remain unnoticed.

Seek out those cries.

Heal the hearts

of broken souls,

to rebuild the foundation

that makes the world whole.

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