Hurt.

I take this hurt
and I write it down
for the world to read
knowing full well
that they won't.

I take this hurt
and I set fire to it.
Hoping,
watching
in anticipation
that it catches
and burns
with a passion so bright
I could move an audience
to tears.
to revolution.

I take this hurt
and cry it out.
The heart wrenching
pain.

Another soul.
Too young.
Is lost.