poetry
between rage and serenity
you’ll find me collecting my thoughts
memories masquerade as treasures
consumed with the bitter taste of
lust driving wedges between divine creations
carelessly labeled as God's gift
reduced for Satan's delight
forgiveness is a gift
for those who find pleasure in the everyday
atrocities humans commit
maybe I don't understand this because
I'm not human
neither are you
it's in our nature to classify things
I would classify you as subhuman
but even they develop a consciousness with time
resentment