From the distance

Maybe
it's hard to try to keep
the world together
with both hands and feet
and not to fail.
Maybe Love means different things
to different people
and everyone fights the odds
in their own way,
the monsters that follow them
to their sleep.
And so everyone
has their own way to give.

In a noisy world,
full of lonely places
we battle reasons
trying not to give in.
They took salt off one wound
and it poured into another
while juggling with the demons
that had them on their knees.

From the distance I call,
pronounce a silent scream.
All I hush
in these empty corners.
The shadows follow,
you fell from grace so badly.
And as the cuts open widely;
The monster come and
they resist.
©2017