Can you tape up a broken heart?
As though just a gluing a wall.
If you’re a tonic,
Or a ray (or three) of sunshine,
Can you lift up what they left dark?
Can you find me in my anguish?
I am pushing away life;
Mishap and mayhem:
My father and mother are strife.
Metaphors make you nothing,
For you are…just are;
Serenity and divinity:
Your family was given well.
In what I say,
In all I write and I do,
There is nothing that far tells,
How tranquil and lovely are you.
Can magic write a poem?
That will spill the mysteries of the heart;
Can you ‘heal ma mind’?
Remember jokes you used to cast.
I don’t deserve your wonder and your bliss,
But I’ll try not to think like this;
Blood is inevitable
In war, as love is inevitable
In this life I’ve carved.
Just looking forward,