Here I am with you, myself again – A poem

white-clouds

Here I am with you, myself again

Clustered drops of tears like drained compassion
This skinny, frail body that knows it’s lost

I watch, wondering how much shadow can pour from a soul
A greedy, unsatisfied darkness that questions beliefs

A white face man forces unwanted angels
And the schoolyard asks questions that can never be answered

In violated numbness all innocence is infected
And every poetic verse is an insult to thick silence

Birds scatter under paper cloud sunbeams
Following ancestors home to bathe in God-intoxicated beauty

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