Trapped

I want to write about love

I want the words to freely start

Love lives abundantly in my life

It is there as ever in my heart

I want to write about peace 

I want to draw the serenity

I want to paint the lazy calm

I want to pull you along with me

I want to write about joy

I want it to eloquently roll

I want to share my everything

To give the bright of my soul

It is not for any kind of lack

The words refuse to fall

But rather, they are trapped

Struggling against hatred’s wall

This trapping hatred is not within

The seething comes from without

It is on hand regardless where you turn

Bringing man’s continuation into doubt

We were not created for this cause

This didn’t come from hands above

We were made for honorable pursuits

Peace, harmony, joy, and of course, love

Somewhere deep within the process

As the foundational blocks were lain

Mixed with those blocks of love

Were blocks carrying hate’s damnable stain

Love’s hands may be bruised and bloodied

Breaking through this infernal barricade

Perchance to make an escape 

To release love’s plentiful cascade

I will write about love

I will write about peace

I will write about joy

Hate will not stop my release

Like the dew in the morning sun

The words of hate are evaporating 

The words of love, peace, and joy 

Show no indications of abating

Hate shouts louder

Peace is stronger 

Joy still lives inside 

Love stays longer

I will break the chains

I will break the wall

I will still write

Words conquer all

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

June 23, 2020