b/c it matters

b/c it matters

b/c it matters

piercing syllables feature

prominently in the inglorious

tirade I penned about trying to

redact the pink hue of Heaven

blanket hearts, they burn alone

thrashing in a cold bold breeze

awaiting certain calm after a

frenzied wrangle

            b/c it matters

my composition of contention

bears heavy on already partisan

shoulders slanting further into

deep depths of dogged gloom

the dangerous junctions where

imagination is required to care

            aggrieved, ill-wishing

stumbling, stuttering, shattered

presumptions precede all punitive

calumnies of peace’s rosy patina

joyful ambiance loses its balance

the prized parts crumble to dust

            Heaven bleeds a heavy &

impervious murk while the eyes

of a hope-kissed drawstring smile

morphs into the sourest expression

            it matters b/c

discontent muffles the triumphant

sound of sweetness

entrenching benefactors in the arms

of apathy

            it matters b/c

belief blazes

breaking brittle

pillars of those

Lighted

into rusted iron

                        fists

***

More than ever, leaving the drama on the page, tangled up tight in a poem.

In propinquity,

Nic