full of such sorrow;
remind me to love
a little deeper tomorrow.
To lift away the pain
from humanities’ brow
and hold it at heart.
To heal the wounds of hate
and let my hurt escape
–Blue eyes bubbling with the weight.
found in their sorrow;
pulls me down sometimes.
Holds me back a little,
slams a heavy hammer
against my fluttering spirit
and chains me with barbed wire
to make me doubt my love
and let my compassion escape
that wears out my blue bulging eyes.
I want to lift humanities’ pain
but sometimes that is my chain.
I want to heal our world’s wounds
but am crushed under its weight.
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