You want to lash, cry, out
Shake your fist held up to
Where silence shrouds
You want to stop pulling the breaks on
All the “I’m sorry”s; stop saving them
For cankers that stink less to you
Stop the feigned “hallelujah”s
And whimpered “it is well”s
While your mind explodes with a million “why”s
And “is it not enough?”
You want to want to
And want to not want to string it in
Perfumed syllables punctuated with perfect interludes
You feel the need rising
From where everything is raw
Everything is harsh
Everything is bitter
Tough
Trash
But the silence tumbles down over you
Taut with sighs
And once again you resume your rehearsed
Amens…lies…
While the heavens wait
For the curtains to fall
And whisper –
“When
Will you come
As you are?”
UPSILAMBA!!! 