What is this inside of me?
Twisting and Turning in my chest,
Invisible bile rising in my throat.
This darkness,
Thrashing about in my being
Threatening to burst
And infect every cell.

This unrest is going to be the end of me.
No peace,
No rest,
Blood rushing through my veins
My body urging me, DO SOMETHING.
But my mind unaware of a solution.

I am in turmoil, agony,
Waiting for it to end.
This storm rages inside of me.

And all I can do is pray
That the darkness will not win.

SYRIA HAS CHEMICAL WEAPONS
RUSSIA HAS HACKING BEAT
NORTH KOREA WITH GUIDED MISSILES
AND PRESIDENT TRUMP WITH HIS TWEETS


THERE IS WAR ALL AROUND US
UNREST ACROSS THE GLOBE
U.K. NOW HAS BREXIT UNLEASHED
AND HARRY HAS A BETROTHED


WHAT IS A BOY TO DO
WHEN OUR WORLD IS IN A MESS
JUST HAVE SOME CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM
AND PUT IT ALL TO REST

For all your frustration,
go bellow into the ear of the wind.

For all your unrest,
go whisper into the crush of the sea.

For all your aches,
Go sigh into the sheets of your slumber.

For all thoughts shouting in the night,
Go Find an ear
that gives you the time of day.

I’ve heard you talk about people from your past. I’ve seen your eyes stare off into traffic, never even blinking as their hollow names march out of your mouth. I’ve felt a cold air blow through the distance between you and them, the blood in your heart no longer pumps into their severed arteries. The skin of that part of you has gone grey in pallor. Your memories are stiff in rigor mortis, no longer pumping with thoughts of tomorrow. Instead of laying those memories to bed for another day, you bury them in their graves, only allowing them to become unearthed when someone wants to ***** their hands to find something to grab on to, something to plant themselves in.

I wish I would have known then
That I was digging my own
Place of Unrest.

Unbeknownst to me,
I was conditioned with unease.
Unbeknownst to me,
the lies could encapsulate everything.
Unbeknownst to me,
the unrest would result in unease.
Unbeknownst to me,
this caused me to expect the worst in the best of things.

Only one little
               silly tiny
                       movement
can create ripples
of effects
and tonight
as I reached for the
garlic or salt
or whatever
the hell it was---
something harsh was set
I brushed your shoulder
or was too much in your space
somehow jolting your ego
from its permanent, fragile place
            You chose to take that
and make a fight
from dust
and this in turn led
to splitting hearts
              spitting corrupted trust
passive aggressive silt
swept out
from under rugs
emotional bluntness of punches
instead of the realness of hugs
Where have we reached
what have we done
All I know
is my heart's on
        the run
These little ***** triggers
       can open
Pandora's sick, dark box
unlocking old resentments
from behind rusty locks
"You will never be forgiven"
are words
that destroy
they suffocate and choke
turn real gold to alloy
and Man, this gold is melting down
running in streams
painting false this town
in shades of hurt
in shades of pain
just lay me down
in this thick desert sun
to bear this unbearable
                   splintered strain
Let me pour this liquid burden
into the salt of the cracks
of the earth
Let me be replenished
with crystal water coolness
as I, head held up in tears,
                           remember
                                    my golden worth