Barricades - Farberisms Free Writing Poetry 3/18/25

Cool Moon Rising

I always return to the hearts

Where I first found refuge.

The barricades open quickly,

Without force or redemption.

Voices—the voices I hear—

Ignore those I feared.

From deaf to deafening.

Nothing to act on,

No one to blame.

Yet I’m still bleeding:

Red eyes, red heart, red blood.

Whatever I see remains—

Red’s vice is pain,

Tearing me open,

Making me bleed for it.

I bleed out for it.

Stabbing at ivory keys

As if in tune,

But they play like weak lies

Told too soon.

Fear’s prejudice drives us

To the pinnacle of failure,

With no return in sight.

Tell me about the lows—

And how to pass through them.

Tell me about the highs—

And how to teach them.

Tell me about the difference—

The difference why.

Peace, Chris