house of rage and rancour | a poem

I’m tied to the knot of the deceased

tied to their truths that haven’t been released

tied around their stories stuck in their graves unvisited

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I see that death puts life onstage

why is nobody looking

why do they live behind their closed eyes

and hum against the chorus

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she insisted

leave children be

send them back to where they came from

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what’s my origin, Mother

where did we start

where did you and I start

who sorted us out

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who went too far

holding our hands

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normality is a bed where crimes pretend to sleep

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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