let us …

let us …

let us leave this place of jagged shards of glass, this place of crude spiked splinters.

let us leave this place of rotting words, this place of camouflaged jibes.

let us leave this place of race and of class, this place of us and of them, this place of prejudice and of tribes.

let us forge our own path ahead, choosing the simple purity of love instead.

let us walk on together till our hair turns white and till our skin wrinkles and pales,

we will have each other at least, if all in all, our great escape fails …

the bipolar conundrum

the bipolar conundrum …

something splintered
the fragmented mind,

deep within
flimsy neurons,

on
that day in may.

something splinters
flimsier dendrites,

each and every bloody day.