this light is a bird
-sometimes i feel so much that all i can do is sleep
i watch youtube videos of sunsets at triple speed
i imagine the sun is dropping into the sea like a giant bloody ball
i close my eyes and wait for the waves of beautiful fury to wash over me
they never come
you never come
they beat another man to death last night
they shot another woman on the streets
they say don’t be negative
stay positive
put positivity into poetry
stop moaning
sometimes highlighting how shit everything is
is the only way to realise what you have
they didn’t beat me to death last night
they didn’t shoot me
i sleep in a bed
i have my mind
we have to acknowledge the suffering of others
to make our own lives seem liveable
that is the worst part of it.
and the light?
the light can only come from within
in my dreams the light spreads from my heart to the tips of my fingers
it is golden and it is a bird
by touching one another we can spread the light from person to person
around the world
through the streets and the houses
until everyone is full of light like honey
pouring through us
then our eyes are open
then our eyes are open
then our eyes are open.