As Countries Stray

Liquid feelings
Are poured out
Onto the medium
As I
Give in to the urge to
Brutally vanquish
The writer’s block that has been
My bane.
Fueled by
My drug of choice:
Music,
I inject myself with the twisted
Cocktail of tune
And retreat from the madness
Of the world that spirals out of control.
Though if man is in nature
Evil
Why does he give his heart
To God
But the devil must resort to
Buying souls?
Such the beauty of giving in to love…
Yet instead the desire for self
And sin
Give power to that which should not tempt
But knows nothing else.
What must we do
To return to love
In this nation of
Saints turned to sinners?
What must be done
So that those who follow the path
After that which is true love
No longer are met with ridicule?
My drug laced with this plight,
The beauty of the music that I crave
Stained with the echo of
Heartbreaking questions,
That which turns so many away,
Provides no answers
Only inspirations
As I ponder
Will it take more sadness and silence
Forced down the throats of our hearts
One too many time
To return us to what we were meant for?
Are we all just a tragedy away from insanity?
Are we all
Standing on the edge
Of the precipice we are born into
Fragile
Needing something so badly
That when the cheap substitute
Is torn from us
We simply
Fall
Off the brink?
Are we a tragedy away from insanity?
Or simply a tragedy from a violent return
To love?