Someone that we know

I watched him punctured by
clenched voices and
flogged with tongues
for his choices and
I say, no! I do not want
to be a strong man again.

It is this watching from
above in apathy that
slices the webs that
keep the doors of hurt open.

why won’t this man
just exchange this torture
with death. this is no physical
hurt,
this is a hurricane belching
holes.

Younglan Talyoung