I: A Constant Yearning to Leave

The air is ripe
With hatred
The seas will swell
With requite
Save your tongue
For misguided ears
The rope frays
Your neck constricts

We “wretched” folk
We embattled
Watch on as
The blood lets your body

My body
Wont succum
To pressure
To conform

Malicious words
Built to maim
Strips the sad
Solders the hate

Never feel
Safe again
You have failed
At everything