Another coming yall way No cure Breathing is unbearable when there is no air Seeing is hard when there is no light Talking is impossible when there is no voice In a world with no people, there is no communication With no communication there is an excruciating pain of boredom and fear My life; all of the above No air, No light, No voice, No people, Fear An uncomfortable, uneaseable feeling A sickness I am sick I am full of a disease, an infection, a virus A disease with no cure or mitigation No medicine will aid my disease No exaggeration, no conformation My family, there is none I I am the outsider There is the gate of hatred and sadness that locks me out Finding the key; impossible, impractical, unattainable If I ever find it, I will never use it I am not ready; not ready for a cure, Not ready for the air, light, voice, and communication There is fear in this room, Confusion in my mind Hunger for life in my body From my head to my toes I am sick Shaking and unsteady I am full of a disease A disease with no cure or mitigation Anger and fury has built up inside of me. I will burst Any moment now Darkness is clouding over my world like ash from a volcano explosion It just wont clear; wont wash away The darkness and anger is what caused my disease Caused me to melt away into an unknown world of mistreatment and bruise I have been bruised Bruised on my fragile brown skin My heart has been bruised My mind and weak bones have all been bruised. They have been hit with the belt of life The long thick leather belt of life I have been chained down for many years Chained with life Chained on the other side of this gate I have found the key to these chains I have freed myself of them Now, I am searching Searching for the key to this gate so I can be mistreated and bruised no longer
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 04:11:10 +0000
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