Patience,
as God
won't open
his eyes
not even
to your
needle
of a safety
pin.

No Noah's ark will blow away what I wish until I see,
the skipping and hopping of the innocence of children,
I'm tongue tied with my poetry, what is to be believed
I wish every thing destroyed until I think of the kids....
Its not their fault and they'll have to carry this.

We ****** up, I know I ****** up.
We're too ignorant to address this,
Baby boomers and their sons
Do we care about anyone?
We drink until dusk like suicide
for letting down the young ones
Don't scream
Internally
Destruction
I was born for this,
but I can't seem,
to **** myself very well
with the Alcohol.....
I wonder about true monsters
and how they can be themselves
& look at themselves in the mirror.