a wounded heart

​a wounded heart.

picking up this wounded heart, off the emotion splattered floor, where dreams lie scattered, of all that once mattered, now just making my way to the door, searching for an exit, over the detritus casually gnawing at the core,

so don’t talk to me of love,

I just can’t take any of it,

anymore …

inequality

​inequality.

the fire rages, inequality scars the skies,

smoke billows in the air.

yet we hold the line, putting up the barricades,

for there are many, many more of us who care …