careless concern

there is truth in the light of the day
beyond dawn coming down
upon gasping breath
how held in tight restraint
against blistering night
for the moon to turn the sea red
and the pained cries of the fallen
die in hushed whispers
to the golden sound of silence
leaking through
the blind illusion of
careless concern.

so we toil
in bottomless torment
how heavy upon our hearts
but not yet vindicated by the wounds
inflicted
nor restricted by the suffering mouths
holding tight
to the endless night and the coming dawn
past twilight when the lies
were but a murmur on the wind
and our fists had yet to strike out
upon the chins of the mighty
in retribution
for our souls.

and as the passage of time
drips in coils along our skin
so we may defend our careless ease
for our perpetual disease
for eventual release
to the storm brewing at our backs,
threatening the house of cards
erected upon the sands of time,
sifting away leisurely
as we stare blindly at the sun
burning out our eyes.

may we wake from our stupor
with moments to spare
without a care
in the world
for the ignorance we unfurl
to the winds of perpetual night.

may the hands that struck out
be lessened through doubt
of what we were before
we stopped caring.