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Barricades - Farberisms Free Writing Poetry 3/18/25
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
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