This country doesn’t support artists,
leave them struggling to
find meaning
in everything,
this mundane
Friday filled with
love and hate
life and death
birth and murder
passionate love making and rape
all of that’s
between
is happening
all at once
every moment
grotesque
and so beautiful
it makes me want to
feel
the righteous half;

the pit of darkness
so
easily
fallen into
is
scaleable
is
able to make
death bed
repentance of sin,
is able
to
be forgiven,
and becomes easier
to forgive your fellow human

and

to give your fellow human
love
when one
has also fallen
and risen.