i know …
what it’s like
to be home
less
over and over and over
again
i know
what it’s like
to be hungry
over and over and over
again
i know
what it’s like
to be afraid
over and over and over
again
i know
what it’s like
to be burned
over and over and over
again
i know
i’m not a l o n e
people survive
their circumstances
or they don’t
they go on
or they go
away
what could be
worse
than suicide
to think there’s
nothing
to live for
no more
too many
have left
not strong
enough
to face
the night
or the day
but what’s worse
than that
is taking
not only your life
but the life of
others
innocent others
who never stood
a chance
they walk in
with guns blazing
with the intent to kill
not only themselves
but anyone and everyone
in sight
they hole up in their
houses
with the intent to kill
not only themselves
but their spouse
their very children
anybody in the house
they get behind the wheel
with the intent to kill
not only themselves
but whoever’s in the car
with ‘em
they take the pills and drink the poison
with the intent to kill
not only themselves
but whoever’s around ‘em
they offer it up or force it down
they walk around free
and clear
getting away
with murder
with rape
with the intent to harm
another
physically
mentally
emotionally
but a body’s soul
belongs to but
no one
the soul cannot
be killed
this
i know
TL