Tell me a story
Of kings
And queens
Tell me a fairytale
Where happily ever after
They live
Tell me an adventure
With secret tombs
And greater treasures
Or tell me
About the superhero
That flew
So high and
Disappeared

Tell me any story
Besides
This one
Tell me about any place
Besides
This world
Don’t talk to me
About war
Don’t tell me
About death
Don’t whisper the word
Murder
Don’t scream
The word hate
Because we feel them
Every day
We look for sense
And find no answer
We breathe them in
And fill up with anger
Can you feel the anger?
There was no anger
At least I hope there was a time
When there was not any of it

So tell me a story
About a princess
Or a knight
Tell me about a night full of
Stars
Tell me about the day when you felt
Infinite
Or sing to me the song
That makes you feel complete
Talk to me about
Hope
The way it makes you feel
Was Dickinson right?
Is it really a thing with feathers-
That perches into your soul?
Or is it
More like raindrops
Meets you once
On the surface
For a second
Then
It goes