Dry Throated

Dry Throated

Helpless in the awe of acceptance

Throats are dry from screaming silence

Medicines flow

Children are born

And through suffering

We learn of hiding places

The sentence has been given

Age is the isolation

Care homes grow

The elderly die

And through hardened hearts

We are taught of dark places

Helpless in the schism of secrets

Stomachs are empty from indulgence

You have not looked within like I have

And seen such discernment

The crime has been committed

Rage is the obligation

Good homes die

The young grow

And with hardened hearts

They learn of darker places

Matchstick hopes

Productive only in the fire

Of cathartic suffering

Inflicted on others

And instigated in self

Drugs flow

Children are born

Helpless in the ache of acceptance

Their throats grow dry from screaming

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