We need to question the society we take for granted
the seeds you planted
will come back to grow on your grave.
Love will always save.
The trees you planted a welcome reminder
of playing a life that’s a blinder
or a poison tree that bears fruit to poison this generation and the next
to be written and recorded in text.
In Sharp edged longing
I find no belonging
No home in freedom
No place in my heart.
I was better at the start
Life cannot be defined
by a shopping carts
or bank accounts
It’s the moments we shared
I haven’t disarmed my karma
If life is a bird I never meant to harm her
But my be spoken promises
Have turned to nothing but death
I try to hold onto my breath,
my life ill conceived
Gets lost like between the pen and the mind
and I am left blind behind the absent truth
I am cut aloof.