#MightyPoets

The putrid orange slaver

Dripping from the jaws of rabid hyenas

Spewed into the sky

With their hate and their fear

A poisonous aerosol

Each droplet a prism

Splitting the sunlight

Into lasers pointing at

"Us" versus "Them"

Our colors sicken and fade

Charred around the margins

As the droplets spatter

Our roughest edges

Smeared with the cacophonous

Light of the othered

The unworthy

The enemy

Its hue, rotting respect for truth

Its saturation, dissolution of personal bonds

Its value divides the blind

From the watchers in the pale darkness

Of colors eaten away

By the lies of monsters who

See only the dead greys

Of avarice.

Let there be light no more.

Let all colors fade

Let darkness consume us all

If we could finally see

The light of the othered

The brightness of the unworthy

The humanity of the enemy.

The colors of our uniqueness as beauty

Not the mark of the feared.

#Depression #Trauma #PTSD #Suicide #MentalHealth #Disability #MightyPoets

The putrid orange slaver

Dripping from the jaws of rabid hyenas

Spewed into the sky

With their hate and their fear

A poisonous aerosol

Each droplet a prism

Splitting the sunlight

Into lasers pointing at

"Us" versus "Them"

Our colors sicken and fade

Charred around the margins

As the droplets spatter

Our roughest edges

Smeared with the cacophonous

Light of the othered

The unworthy

The enemy

Its hue, rotting respect for truth

Its saturation, dissolution of personal bonds

Its value divides the blind

From the watchers in the pale darkness

Of colors eaten away

By the lies of monsters who

See only the dead greys

Of avarice.

Let there be light no more.

Let all colors fade

Let darkness consume us all

If we could finally see

The light of the othered

The brightness of the unworthy

The humanity of the enemy.

The colors of our uniqueness as beauty

Not the mark of the feared.

#Depression #Suicide #PTSD #Trauma #MentalHealth #Disability #MightyPoets

I cannot promise

To be anything to anybody

Who am I in the

Blurry lens of your

Perception? You tell me.

I am molded clay

In your hand until

You find the stone at my core

Now you are angry

That you did not see

Me clearly, your perceptions

Led you astray

Am I to blame for

Your inability to

Face reality

And accept it as

A war between perceptions

With no conquerors

But confusion, strife

Endless gulfs between us

Misunderstanding?

#Depression #Suicide #PTSD #Trauma #MentalHealth #Disability #MightyPoets

I cannot promise

To be anything to anybody

Who am I in the

Blurry lens of your

Perception? You tell me.

I am molded clay

In your hand until

You find the stone at my core

Now you are angry

That you did not see

Me clearly, your perceptions

Led you astray

Am I to blame for

Your inability to

Face reality

And accept it as

A war between perceptions

With no conquerors

But confusion, strife

Endless gulfs between us

Misunderstanding?

#Depression #MentalHealth #PTSD #Suicide #Trauma #Disability #MightyPoets

The shadows cast by

The low winter sun define

The edge of the soul

Not the outline of

The object but its essence

Ink washed 'cross my sight

The low winter sun

Cast my shadow, blood spattered

'Cross the horizon

Figures rise standing

Tall in the distance, each a

Splinter in my eye

Each deserved better

From me, choices not made right

It is far too late

I see my future

Through the shadows of those I

Hurt, half blind from their

Pain, lest I forget

I bear them to remember

They regret knowing

Me.

#Depression #Trauma #PTSD #Suicide #MentalHealth #Disability #MightyPoets

The shadows cast by

The low winter sun define

The edge of the soul

Not the outline of

The object but its essence

Ink washed 'cross my sight

The low winter sun

Cast my shadow, blood spattered

'Cross the horizon

Figures rise standing

Tall in the distance, each a

Splinter in my eye

Each deserved better

From me, choices not made right

It is far too late

I see my future

Through the shadows of those I

Hurt, half blind from their

Pain, lest I forget

I bear them to remember

They regret knowing

Me.

#Depression #Trauma #Suicide #PTSD #MentalHealth #Disability #MightyPoets