I’m sick of writing
About the sorrows
Possessed by either myself
Or this dreary rainbow we call a world
That still manages to be colorful…
if a bit faded
My issues?
I’m disgusted at even thinking them
I am blessed beyond my station
Things I don’t deserve
Which are taken away from better,
More deserving souls
Why does the wicked (I) succeed in his way?
I play the victim
Like a secondhand fiddle with broken strings
And a tape recorder in my back pocket
Producing a melody as I strut and fret upon the roof
But it’s all a lie
I am not a victim.
I am a glutton, spoiled
Victims are heroes
They are beautiful souls
Loved and protected now, at last
Gods and goddesses they’ve become
Glistening in the heavenly realms
Put there by hate
It seems so cliche
But I think common cliche is crystal truth
That we should seek two things, and two only
The joy of those (Above and) around us
And the joy of ourselves
This is the whole of the law
And if we take these strides…
If I take these basic steps
We will heal the world
Honor the loves who were taken
And prevent more being snatched away
Make this rainbow bright again
This is a very heavy lament… not only does it hurt… but the road to healing has not started yet… may the rainbows brighten
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Thank you! Amen to that…may the rainbows brighten. a “faded ghost rainbow” was obviously a metaphor, but imagine my surprise when, looking for a suitable photo, I discovered that rainbows really can look like that. They are called “fogbows” I guess.
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