bothered

the bothered do not build

they dismantle

they set fire and take apart

cradle guns and hold their hearts

pray to god

and purpose

pushed into starting

again

and

again

and never really ending

the bothered do not buy it

from you or the world

they would rather try it

climbing to the apex of their minds

and turning their faces around

to greet the sun

they find waiting for them

there

out of this

they tear a rift

into our world

and demand to be seen

and though they remind us

with fire and blood

just what remains

at the fringes

their voices

resurrect themselves

in us

now bothered too much

because before

we could not be bothered enough

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Image: Unknown Artist