Yeah, Ok, I'Ll Be Your Crutch Poem by Amberlee Carter

how are we to fly in a mock-angelic world, that
bears no wings?
to go beyond the aspirations of our parents, when
they've sold their own dreams?


how are we to survive in a land ruled by savages?
to know love, when
the whole heart of mankind is compassionless?

I find myself dreaming of two ages;
twilight churning twilight, a day destroyed,
entering into a darkened night.
how are we to sustain light, when
our eyes have been scorched and blinded?

' have a little faith in me'

I want you to dream and when you dream
I want you to dream of me,
arms out-stretched,
bloody palms to pale sky, eyes
turned from one vision to another,
sacrificing this bitter shell, for the world
I am determined to see grow-
the world that my children can rule
in love instead of war, conquering fear with peace.
how are we doing?
we're starving in our bodies, in our minds, in our hearts.
hands empty seeking fulfillment.
wombs bare: praying
for seeds worthy of incubating.

I cry for you, I beg and plead for your sake, that
you'll know rest before entering the grave.
I’m searching for a sign in a generation, that
has killed the stars, and
drank the blood of angels, believing
they would be as God.
Yet, who of you would kill your child, just
so I could love you instead?