my heart is breaking
without aching
not into pieces
like broken bread
there is nothing left to share
nothing left to spare
nothing left to be said
empty vessels of despair
polluting fresh air
hope is a latter to climb
one step at a time
looking straight ahead
nothing to say
holding a lot of words
a field of dreams
surrounded by castaways
forgotten human beings
once known at birth
I make myself at home
like I make my bed
to lie down in comfort
taking inventory
dirt fields like Catskills
a lot of emotion
hurt feelings and ill will
a cup of coffee and a refill
broken homes and broken lives
like pulling wings off of butterflies
paralyzed and can't fly
I sigh many times
there's just too many crimes
one for every time
tears fell from a mother crying
like lightening striking
multiple times