Do you feel alone?
Alone do you feel
Do you feel the chrome?
Sign up and feel your dome
This a murder poem
Silence murmurs after d**h
And yet
All have felt
What it is to be a childhood of poverty
Only the starving know empty
Only the rich know plenty
So many widows lamenting
Victims of rape with a belly kicking
Redemption
The orphanage waiting for parenting
The room in the mind resting the conscious
Waiting for sleep can be overwhelming
In a bed we stare up at the ceiling
Waiting for someone to take away this feeling
Of loneliness and give us meaning
This a murder poem
God