A want for destruction Held by A lack of faith In the oneself Wrapped in your Pious hope Choking on Identity indignation And the suffering

Author River Dixon
A want for destruction Held by A lack of faith In the oneself Wrapped in your Pious hope Choking on Identity indignation And the suffering
It’s too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run
One spark, of many To catch the kindling Barely smoldering I hold it In the palm of My hand Do I remember How to do
We agree Too often Clarity is lost Through shackles Of self imposed Dissonance At arms length We keep distance Between the You and I At