All good things come to those who wait?
What to do when waiting has turned to complacency
What to do when the words from our language
Are foreign to those around us
Language was created to bind us together
To plan and to build.
What is the fate of striving forward
They say it only takes one
When one is screaming into a sea of hate
That love is the way
Does love win?
Does it truly win in a world built to profit from rage
From fear and distrust?
The fate of one who cannot breathe in the absence of compassion
In the ever-expansive emptiness within a population of the lost
Hearts and souls of the pretend smiles that nobody wants to face
Do they?
I am screaming from the top of my lungs that anyone listen
Please light your flames
Please take aim
Please know the enemy is within
It is the anger you face
It is the numbness that takes over your limbs like puppet strings.
About the Creator
Kyleigh Richard
Just a human experiment in consciousness.
(Self-proclaimed Moss Maiden)
Writer, Artist, Wanderer.
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Comments (2)
This piece pulses with frustration, a cry against indifference and the numbing weight of waiting too long.The contrast between love and the world’s thirst for rage hits hard. A powerful, urgent, and thought-provoking piece.
This is so powerful and pertinent! I wonder the same things! you have a new subscriber!