A future well maybe

Strip me of my skin – the colour that offends,
Tear out my tongue – so I may not speak,
Cover my eyes – so I don’t see
What is left?
But you and me,
Covered in scarlet misery and pain,
With eyes closed to each other’s pain,
No Voice to unite just bile to divide.
So now blooded and in pain united once again.
We come together as blood is spelt.
A world of pain is felt.
We see a human life remove.
Then the whole world moves.
But in the shadows
Our sick, sick world,
Segmented into factions,
And those in power direct hate.
Hate like breath spreads.
Spreads like a virus
A virus to kill you, kill all
But will it be our Leader or Covid 19 that kills us all

About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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