Discipline Poem by Nathan Kraft

Breaking,
and Falling
to Catch
Supposed Callings.
Breaking the Chains
From this Methodic Waiste?
and Never Thinking Twice
We Pour into this Device
our Brothers our Mothers
and our Fathers Too.
Never Once Chancing our
Oh, So Perfect Lives?
We See it Coming Closer
with No Second Doubts
Marching from the Clouds
and We Shout to Get Away
but they'll Still Come Back.
They'll Always be Here
Feeding Our Fear
and Covering Our Ears
and Shadowing our Tears
Taking Away Those Years!
From Us!
Taking from Us until
They Have no more Cups
to Hide Our Blood In.
All Because we Showed
No Discipline.
We Showed no Vigor
and Refused to Open our Eyes
and From us Nurturing Shys
Because Our
Thoughts Were Never Concerned with
'You's,
but instead 'I's.
and When There are No More Chests
for Our Own Faults to Pin,
Perhaps Then,
We'll Show Some Discipline.