MMSwrites

I was told

to write a slam poem

A sea of words that somehow I can see clearly

But I cannot always speak 

I fear the word I scream,

they don't always come out right

Oil and water

never combined

you and I,

we were the same

I reacted to your words

and your voice negatively

I rested on top of your world

but I was a burden

When doves cry

is it because 

they are filled with pity?

When they lie

slain on the street

I can only hope they went out quickly

I drive by

through busy streets

bullets bleed

released

one by one

through the city streets

she didn’t see

she didn’t scream

she fell

fast

asleep

 chaos bleeds

released

scream by scream

Time

s t o p s

This moment,

golden

Before 

it 

all

 goes 

away

Before you 

fall,

there’s a time