Give (an anaphoric poem)
Give thanks. Give attention, acceptance, kindness. Give of your heart. Give comfort. Give peace, joy, happiness. Give of your soul.
Give thanks. Give attention, acceptance, kindness. Give of your heart. Give comfort. Give peace, joy, happiness. Give of your soul.
Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.
Fear makes people see things,
exactly how they thought.
Through biased eyes, accepting lies,
their heart should have fought.
Fear makes people see things.
The silence is over.
The time has now come,
where no longer fearful,
our voices ring clear.
Blame the speed limit for the ticket,
the intersection when it’s run,
and the law for the crime.
Blame the bullet for the war,
the knife for the cut,
and the stone for the corpse.
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
For you
I would hang the stars in the sky
and make the moon to shine at night
On a warm Summer’s day
I’d give you a breeze soft and sweet
For you
I’d make blue skies above
and soft cool grass below
I’d make light Spring showers
that set the fields aglow
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