Burnt Starlight: Book of Poetry and Prose

It's a Fear

Earth has bled another tear
Weeping, weeping I wouldn't go near
Trying trying, it's a word we fear
Dying dying, the cries we do hear
Simply wanting, is like one lost cure
Money, its riches scorch our career
Rain has its beauty covering the smear
Muddied minds, we were never that clear
It's the lies that makes us all austere
We don't go down with the fate from the seer
Gosh we'd know the lesson before it drew here
It's us that wait for the heavens to appear
But we heard the deep whispering in our ear
It's the kind that makes our thoughts just disappear
Though the words are blurrier together it's quite sincere
Those words we don't ever wish to adhere 
We're not welcome, not welcome here
It coos in our very presence so cold and sheer
They don't want us in this living sphere
Not that we'd ever care to interfere
With the governing of this place, it really is so drear
The blood had run down our spine like a cheer
We'd die before the place finished its domineer
We're glad we didn't volunteer
To be molded like them, who was once our peer
Who hangs on the tree like a vacation souvenir
Their words are like echoes so severe
It's only in us, our gift to persevere
Or else we'd be dancing in a mirror
One unit, one life, that lives by a puppeteer.