Life has been kind to me, on most days anyway
bestowed its finest lullabies in punctured stars
carrying the flutter of a fairy’s broken wing
like the rustle of leaves as the wind coaxes it
to play its instrument and reach for the sun
but in the unquiet wards of the local hospital
it’s the incessant beeps of fading monitors
the collective breath of struggle and torment
a constant reminder of the brevity of existence
and the lasting impact of a fractured heart.

I believe that those hopelessly in love are doomed to destruction.
Like candles coating the world in wax, burning questions slowly
into the fabric between skin and fire until darkness devours you.

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Humanity in the abyss — a noiseless wave gathers.
How much did darkness make you bleed and suffer,
force you to survive despite wanting to perish?

I missed a lot of life, but maybe you’ll recover.
Drowning beneath the waves, dying from thirst.
At least, at last, you’ll be able to feel something.

Know what it’s like wried, dried, and split and burst,
as though the sound of constant war changes nothing,
maybe you’ll finally realise the actions of your words.

Whenever I am with you,
I discover something new.
An unknown cold world
that opens its mouth in
peals of thunder and cries,
“teach me how to sing”.
As if I were some heavy-handed god
and you were my unseeing prophet.

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Sarah Cupitt

Feminist journalist and writer advocating for social change. Poetry is my creative form of expression.

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