Talk to me

I wonder  whether this breeze,
   would ease me.

Why can I not break hearts?
    like they do.

Meeting people,
     with different views.

But those that which they
     equip as knives.

I hear thy voices,
    oh !

I'm talking to you !
    give me your answers !

My ailing soul,
   needs redemption !

The  gentle breeze,
    the whispering trees,

The innocent ants ,
    beneath my feet,

The white butterfly,
    skipping around me -- Heal me.




I rest
  my flood of whipped thoughts cease.

I realize,
  Man is man indeed !

Nevertheless,
  endeavoring to conquer --- The Other.

Grasping every word,
   his tongue could twist and turn.



Do they always believe that,
    those words,
    those actions,
    those gestures
Could make them Superior ???