Stand Without a Hero
by Wendy Williams © 2006
I love with the touch of silk,
The comfort of warm milk
The purity of a new born babe
When I dream, it’s with the clarity
Of slander and vulgarity
Passion and outside influences
When I hurt, it’s with the pain
Of piercing needles and acid rain
The hatred of Evil's greed
I drown in puddles of tears
It’s like I'd been crying them for years
And never stopped to dry
These sultry looks I give
Are from the years I had to live
With my eyes tightly closed
These lips so hard to kiss
Have suffered Heaven's bliss
And the sting of salty broth
My arms outstretched to the sky
While on my knees begging "why?"
Have secured the circle of life
As do my aching, wrinkled hands
That have felt the joys of penetrating sands
With fingers still flailing for more
My heart that holds this empathy
Beats with mutual sympathy
To those of you who've wept upon its collapse
This soul that's left unclaimed
This spirit wild and untamed
Is left empty, as you all writhe my words
My words that ring of nothingness
While in my own mind leapt with happiness
Ring clearly to those who stand without a hero