The Book of Sirena

the world’s not different. 
it’s all just the same. 
good versus evil, 
beauty and the pain. 
listen to the heart; 
weary is the soul. 
where does one go, 
just to feel safe and flow? 

the sun feels farther, 
it’s warmth just a dream. 
the coolness of life, 
was this meant for me? 
was this meant for us, 
this question of worthiness? 
a purpose of broken dreams. 

when does it stop? 
where does it end? 
seems like shame’s not enough; 
human rights questioned again. 
innocence has been lost, 
the dead are left impure, 
and all i know is that 
the cruel live life feeling secure. 

Sirena