They Walk Among Us
They walk among us
Feeding on our kindness
Thirsting on our loveness
They lay in a hunger passion bed
Passion cooled with their hearts ajar
Uncertainty creeping in their hearts’ little cracks
Bathed in love yet dried with anxiety
You go questioning their hearts
But they answered with fears
Their insecurities bathed in frostiness
They live among us
Feeding on our kindness
Thirsting on our loveness
They dream in music they slept on thorns
Poisonous arrows passing through their hearts
Weak with the strength of passionate fear’s sting
Like a knife turning, twisting, ripping flesh
They walk a crooked line of broken dreams
Murmuring cold whispers that bring doubts
Their silent symphony so loud
They breathe among us
Feeding on our kindness
Thirsting on our loveness
Tears like a fountain stream down their cheeks
Choked by emotion no words can they speak.
They stand, back to the walls of darkness
Obsessive uncertainty tears through their bodies
The skin tightens around their eyes
Sweat beading hiding the truth from them
Blinded they don’t know right from wrong
They lay among us
Feeding on our kindness
Thirsting on our loveness
Our unconditional love never satisfying them
Our tender embraces never warm enough
Our lonely tears never moving them
The teeth of uncertainty clench and grind around them
Like steel claws on slate they cling on their hearts
Their caged cold hearts refusing to let us in
Shutting us out beyond death in a realm
There is nothing for our hands to brush
Every time we reached out to touch
Realizing the flavor of our life suddenly bland
No longer drawing out our breath
Turmoils strike with sharpened claw
Drowning us in their pool of sorrow
Puncturing into our spine
Grimly drilling holes through
Yes, they are indeed among us
Calling us friends
Calling us lovers
Promising to be there
Only to embrace our sadness
Like raging fire intense emotions well up
Shrinking their souls as they penetrate
The coldness of their souls stinging us
With shuddered grasp we pull back
Only cold air within your clasp
Clutching our hearts they wrench them out;
Stomping on our trust like yesterday’s trash
Angels cry as innocent souls they crush
A child falls clutching her heart
Life of the innocent drain out
Wasted, spent, lost, wrung
Droplets of red staining the soils
Taking us with them into their rollercoaster of pain
Burrowing into our flesh
Tenaciously ripping tunnels through
Yes, they live among us
Terrified and alone
Terrified of their spirits
Terrified of their choices
Hiding behind hardness
Hiding behind scriptures
Hiding from the truth
Not knowing where to turn
Not trusting themselves
Not sure of their future
They feed on crushing our loves
They thirst on killing our laughter
They breathe on perforating our lives
They walk among us
@ 2011 Sandra A. Mushi
