it is not kind
it will not spread it’s glistening pathway so you might like.
the passage is narrow and plain
before you is a dark void
of violence and disorder that you might take
it’s not what you dream of
it’s not what you read of
It’s a wide world
bordered by biases
Scoured with aliases
they will scream into your ear,
You might break into tears
but they will not care.
They might shake your foundations
And pump your frustrations
Until they break you
And your innocence
Into tiny little pieces.
You will become smoke.
Like I said
Remember? Sometime in November?
What you learn is immaterial
to the truth.
For if you count your medals and stars
And exhibit them on walls,
But did not care
For frogs and insects and trees
And all connections of the heart
In the halls .
What are you?
You’ll be vulnerable.
The world is wide, you might get lost
Into jungles of unreasonable cost.
But if you’ll not conform
To malevolent norms
And when days start to grow dim
Take a dose of LOVE
From the vial I gave.
May you find the light and better days?
In doing GOOD and what is RIGHT
A soul that never fears the night
All these darkness that I say
A supernova of negativity.
Can Never. And Will Never.