Saturn's Song

Like I said, we're doing poetry for now. To hell with the news - let them kill each other if they want.

If there was a place to go 

I think I would, though I don’t know

Where it lay or where I’m at.

I only know my heart is flat

It makes no movements, beats, or cheers -

The sunshine sends me 

Drenched in fear.

Running to a place to hide in.

I wish I had a place to die in. 

I’m not a soldier -

I hate to fight.

I ache to see the morning light.

And yet it seems 

I always fail 

To reach the golden 

holy grail.

If god was real 

He’d kill me now.

The voice that sang 

Now sounds a growl.

Say, who could love

A woman’s roar.

Called fake when true-

A simple whore.

If I am wrong 

Then let me be -

But take me from my misery.

Just save me from this lonesome air

That clogs my lungs,

And please dont stare,

And watch me die 

With hateful eyes.

I am not something to despise.

And god says so -

That it should be, 

The righteous live in misery. 

Still, I had hoped. . .

One day I’d find

The mountain conquered; climbed. 

Yet childish hopes 

And little girls dreams

Were scorched in sunlight’s

Carless beams.

Why do you hate a soul that loves

And aches and strives for what’s above?

 

My dear,

Say, did the Good Lord take

The hope I held 

Fore I could wake?

My love its true -

I have no worth.

Pray, for what cause

You stuff this dirth 

Deep down my throat?

I cannot breath!

I pray the Lord,

My soul to keep.

-M. Shultz

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