let me lean against your torso
as I fight the war inside my head,
let me rest it on your shoulder,
heavy with the pain
of the suffering, of the wails on the streets.
let me close my eyes for a moment,
and escape it, just for a second.
let me let you hold me
in your arms, as you tell me to breathe,
breathe softly, so my breaths are not
mixed with the cacophony of the world’s bullets, howls, screams,
laughs, sneers, coughs, screeches.
let me let you carry me,
head heavy from the constant aches,
throbbing pain that sometimes kills,
if not diffusing the fire within.
The same one that burns to scream,
from top of buildings,
to love, to hate, even to kill.
let me help you, through the multitude
of everything, as you trip over your feet,
bodies tangled, covered in blood.
let me help you, to fuse the fire within you.