The Web Poetry Corner - Sekhem Psikor Strecker - Can't You
Can't You
by
Sekhem Psikor Strecker
Let the trouble hearted weep
Let the poison ivy creep
Fear and hatred till the end
No more broken hearts will mend
In my mind there is a place
Cold and deep
Yes
Can't you feel it?
Can't you?
Can't you feel what I feel?
Let the pain and anguish rise
Rape the world of truth with lies
Fill the chalice with crimson blood
Let the heavens fall from above
In my soul there is a space
Big and black
Yes
Can't you see it?
Can't you?
Can't you see what I see?
Twist the shining silver knife
Alone and lost we live our lives
All the roses wilt and die
Wipe the tear the forms your eye
In my body there is a break
Cracked and fused
Yes
Can't you hear it?
Can't you?
Can't you hear what I hear?
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