Poem-A-Day: Day 472

Grace

Sorry to be human,
a little hurt, 
a price on every head
when dead quality of life
fall muffled voices.
 
Stir peaceful longing,
I cannot describe fear
inside to accordance with grace.
It's human nature to be cruel,
heartless, to shoot when he's down.

Crawl in on your knees,
bite the shadows in senseless violence,
the silence forgiving the fear inside. 
I swear to live in accordance in the pavement
bathed in fear inside my grace, inside my life.