Situations controlling me
I dropped to the ground
hearing voices laughing at the filthy vagrant
my heart is burdened
my soul is screaming for release
in a world I can only imagine my own.
silence bothered me to insanity
no one cares to help
nor even to brush the dusk of my blackened clothes
My veins are pounding
from a life wasted in procrastination
laziness and depression.
The wind in my ear howled
urging me to rise up
to run for shelter from this cruel, sarcastic world.
I must try till my bones are rotted dry
till my capillaries scream for rescue beneath my scorched skin.
Scorched from the sun's rays upon my back
scorched from the confusion in my weary mind.
I must try till it’s over and
Oh Theophilous the great
I will join you 9 feet under
only when it’s all over.
Poem by Tricia Bethel 2004
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