We are all the shades,
the varied shades of flesh,
Alternating in their giving and taking
of screaming blame, shoulder-bending shame,
of the cups of rage and suffering…
Are we looking to the end?
Do we know the poison we are drinking?
Do we acknowledge the toxins we are excreting?
We destroy the very love we are seeking.
Like an old married couple
locked in a cycle of rejection and cold revenge,
we’ve lost the art of seeing one another
with the kind eyes of lover and of friend.
Blindly, we clutch denial and lean on our demands.
When will we simply go gentle and reach out our hands?