Blank Lives Matter


Always ok but we never truly know. How their lives kindle, flicker and flow. How heavy the day is as they smile and laugh. How the bitter pains are shaved deep down below. And the tears dried up long ago. The ticking time bomb of the afterglow. The tricks they learn to deviate from the crooked throbbing tracks, from the friendly social hugs and laughs. ‘Im ok thanks’ the mantra begins, the vomit rises the chance for sins. They know we hide the sickness well and social groups will always tell, the scratches and cuts the bruises and lumps. The way we walk and bump, they way we smile and talk, the odd left foot first walk. The looking but never seeing. Never feeling always kneeling. The only slight a simple light, a cool air. Another day of smiling. I wish somebody would wake me up


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