Not Enough Poem by Farai Sanzira

My quiver is empty and i cant seem to fire any right words
Between us is a gang of flames
Fire that isn't red or blue,
green furies perpetuated by all the unsaid, swollen intentions
Our fall is unlike that of love
I don't trust we have it in us to catch each other
We have become bottomless, our edges and grit filed away by our own cowardice
Hiding behind what we portray as ambers yet we know its all smoke and mirrors
What do we have to say to, for ourselves now, not in the future?
Did we have too weak limbs to hold us in place?
Did we hold the little bird too tight and smother it? Or
did we let it go too early before it learnt how to fly or fend for itself? , suicide or murder?
Perhaps barren and impotent,
I'm never one of lack but my defense shakes in the wake
of our inadequacy...