Fan Fiction ❯ Kisa's poetry ❯ Chapter 13

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

With sinful eyes that cry tears of sorrow

From on high a canopy of ebony thread

Cloth that's stained by memories and hated thoughts from which I drip

The enigma of my existence forming more solidly unto a new form

My being only true to mythical fairytales

But still something breaks the barrier

And terrorizes this world

Throws into unconscious states the people who have lived in blindness

Every person blindfolded,

But sometimes that blind fold slips

And that is how we come to be

The broken souls and empty shells

Ones who cry and suffer and grieve

Those of us that you reject

And push us back

Confine us to all holy hell

And we make face with what we have

Then you curse us

Our unfaithful bodies

All our experience is not a matter

Because we are not you,

We are pulled into the deeper reaches of hell

Or turned over to your oh mighty God

But you know what happens then,

Don't you?

God punishes us

Again and again

Over the gently rolling hills,

Across the fields out yonder,

Is a place where we can rest...

Where all we do is lay on the dirt

Soiled skin and messy hair

Smudged faces and streaked cheeks

Red and tender flesh

Bruised outside as well as in

This is us

You've seen it

And you won't admit

That this is wrong

That this is bad

And that this is the result

Of what happens to the unblindfolded people

As finally your own blindfold slips away,

The whole world will soon see….

The holocaust is reborn,

Into the form of any race

Of all religion

It is real

Slowly killing all of us

Rejected few we maybe

We will outnumber you one day

The genocide of the darkness….

Has only just begun

With forever left to go…