Let’s talk about
how the man in the tattered garb
isn’t the only one
with screws missing.
A thousand hugs
for all the worlds of pain
behind that beautiful smile.
Say hello to the voice(s)
I hope they’re nice tonight.
Let’s talk about
how you’re the 1
in a crowd of hundreds,
others are just zeros,
you know they’re there but
you still don’t feel warm.
The cold comfort of darkness
that clogs your mind
makes you want to claw out your brains.
Let’s address how
you’re a warrior worrier,
mood like a chameleon’s skin.
Insides hollow, hung out and dry,
But they do not recognise depression,
can’t fathom insanity to be anything
but the enemies handwork.
I am sending the sun your way tonight,
I hope it finds home.