Both dead to the world
If only my brain would cease to function
Like theirs does
On call, sleep.
Worry gnaws my inside
And crawls into my brain
Like a –
Slug in slow motion.
But sleep comes to them so easy
Like their brains never functioned
And their hearts never felt.
It must be nice to never know a slug.
I thought childhood would last forever
But it does so only in memory.
It hit me in hindsight of sex and love,
With thoughts of the death allotted to me.
My childhood friend lost her life today.
She was one I shared innocence with
And a time that had nothing to do
With loss, determination or grit.
I thought then butterflies flew forever.
Animals were never shot down for fun.
I’ve grown up now and seen prejudice kill
And blinded hatred win life’s distance run.
Things are no longer coloured for me.
They’ve all turned a hazy shade of grey.
If only I could bring assurance back,
Or have a modicum of childhood stay.
I took his hand, while drifting on the shore,
He mistook the shallows for the ocean.
His youth found the beauty in all the lore,
Caressing the anchor, devoid of motion.
My captain stood against a want and need,
To protect him from what must lay ahead:
Shattered lessons of betrayal and greed,
Of weighed down dreams, upon an ocean bed.
What he does not know now need not be known…
But when landlocked safety is rejected,
I‘d have to take what I myself have grown,
And sail to the deep and the dejected.
When waters roar and his eyes froth with fear,
I wish enough remains to pull him near.
Hearts Still Care 
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