Love,
To be given and received freely,
But I find no takers and no giver.
Storm,
Gathering momentum,
Threatening to burst out any instant.
Grief,
Screaming to be assuaged.
Impotent anger,
Devoid of courage.
Complaints,
But no one listens to it.
People,
Afraid of caring and sharing,
Refusing to come out of their closets.
My street fighter’s spirit,
declines to go to sleep.
Good job.