Original Poetry

When doves Don't cry
by Bryan Shelton
　
I don't see
as you see,
and
I never
will
and
kill me
if I
ever do
believe,
believe as
you
do.
Yes,
death preferable
to the
cancerous
twisted
judgement you aim
you shoot
on doves
flying white
in the
not-so- nice
sky of
this
life.
I am
not the
bullseye
in
your sights
I am
the shadow
of your
self-hatred
who
took body
form so
that you
would cry
no
more
you could
cry
no more
Cry if
you must
and then
cry no
more
I'm soon
gone
so
cry no
more
and then
take aim
on
what?
and what
for?
and then
cry some
more
and then
lightbulb moment
and you cry
no more
lightbulb moment
and you cry
some more