My Tormented Mind

My Tormented Mind

Torn, torn, torn,
The way my mind is now.
A frowning of my eyes, I can discern the sunlight,
Lining a distant cloud.
There's a long way between me,
and them.
Even with my feet on the ground.

No, no, no, no.
No!
That is not how life should be.
I am sobbing, my heart is torn.
      Yet no-one noticed me.
There are people - animals - standing around,
Gazing with their glaring eyes.

      They just stood there,
      as I cried and cried and cried.

We are humans. And yet we fight.
We kill. We maim.

 
It's okay as long as it's not our children,
It's different! (But it's the same!)

Save me whatever God is up there.
Lord! Yehweh! Allah!
The pain of this world is unbearable. It cannot be tamed.

Torn, torn, torn.
I scratch the concrete floor,
My nails are bleeding now.
I reach for the heavens and beg for an answer.
I cannot hold myself back much longer.
The bullet is still warm.
Metal upon flesh. How? How? How? How?

How?

Victoria McKinney 

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

[From 'The May Queen', by Alfred Lord Tennyson]