Revolt Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Revolt



I am a caged lion,
A tempestuous intention.
A soul in revolt.

I jump out of the windows
Of my sanity
Just to go back into
This utter shamefulness
Of lost love
Rue and gut-out alley brawls.

Sometimes, I bleed
But they’re just testimonies
To how my soul sifts through
Daggers and flames.
That is how it works;

You go through the flame
And they laugh at the cicatrix,
Your force-feeding,
Your encumbrance.

Sometimes I’ve a laughing heart
But that happens only
When you’ve a flame soldered
To your cynosure

Most of the time
Now that the clocks croon
My demise,

I’ve a heart, yes
But as austere as it may seem
What an empty room
It is.

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