Bread and Bruises

A recollection of detached memories

Water blankets seize the lost mind,

Impaling - breathing.

Weight pulls the spirit into depths,

Engulfing - hurting.

Doves swim over Heaven’s still clouds,

Softening - drowning.

Men bruise the vein that is singing,

Destroying - screaming.

Mothers bake their bread without love,

Listening - needing.

Fathers cry in their wounded hands,

Cowering - fearing.

They trample time under their hooves,

Enduring - killing.

No bread for the hungry children,

Disguising - loving.

Author's Note

A childhood lost to starvation.