The Bars Remain

To keep the peace
We torment ourselves....

We frustrate our hearts for fickle reasoning.

The window is open but the bars remain…
Set to our sides listening to the rain…

To suffer for irrelevance.
To keep the peace
We lose sleep…
We inable the corrosivity of toxicity.

The window is open but the bars remain.
Set to our minds unsteady as the wind brushed rain.

To suffer for irrationality.
To keep the peace
We harbor unjustifiable jealousy.

The window is open but the bars remain.
Set to saving face in dying rains.

To evoke peace…
To keep the peace…
The windows closing,
the bars are strained.
Set to loving what brings rain.