When you often feel alone
left behind in tatters by a storm
that crashed through your hopes
pushing your dreams into ambers
they are now blue with holes
But your feet aren’t paining yet
they are bleeding with rubies
but your ghost of a smile
is a rare case among your kind
You can walk even when the world
stops you in your tracks
commands you to bow your temple
on it’s filthy bloodied rag
because we aren’t strangers to begin with
we are warriors embedded in silver
platters of hate thrown at your chest
but you never raise your sword
against the poisoned throat of the unworthy
or the lover your dared to lose
