"enough."
When you are stuck in place,
frozen
in time and space,
playing words on an endless loop
like a broken
record
with a broken heart, too,
I wish differences would be put aside.
Hate upon differences,
deadly disgusting messes,
a storm that is
neverending,
with death forever
tainting
the safest places we meet…
Danger lurks behind our backs
as they patiently wait to complete the act,
and they cause their pain,
sprung from their hate.
Yet nothing’s changed,
and all we do is pray…
But when will enough,
simply be enough?
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