Waiting here
hands clutched to my chest to
hold down the pounds, the drumming threats
bursting. A fountain exploding, a faucet on full blast,
No a fire hydrant released, the pressure shooting free
across the street to quench the burning building that moans and groans
with raging flames, a chorus crescendos with shrieks and shouts
of those trapped inside now blind with black smoke and choked by the
soot that sears their lungs.
Charred and barred my soul aches and
whimpers with each blow, each beat, each punch that takes
the hope away so
on my knees I plead, silently I reach
out to you and let my eyes burn so you can see the fire that roars and tortures
all that I am
but I will not make a sound No
not a whisper will escape
my lips may move and often open up they
wait for the taste of the saints to exclaim
'there's no shame and no chains for your soul is untamed
and came and abstained though changed from pain that wanes
across lanes through window panes, dark cham-
bers of this love game.'
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