 | Having been wronged by a grey fortified world built against me,
Blind in all its action to persecute me for only being unique;
I took refuge in my room, four decorated walls, ceiling, floor,
And a bed to warm me with dreams - in the sleep, that I did seek.
I dreamt of long ago, all those bitter, sweet moments dearly missed;
Of better worlds with lovers, friends and family in all our happiness.
Then I woke. I realised that the life I lived was all just a fairytale,
And gloomy I sat back staring into the night, shadow and darkness.
Anger and frustrations boiled to the surface and frothed over all the edges.
My eyes were ablaze; fuming with hatred at my self and the world around.
I raged out, raped the walls of all the memories I'd pinned up to boast,
And out I ran - into the night; before dropping to my knees on the wet ground.
The rain like the angels’ tears, fell upon me and felt tainted
Like some holy, divine creation that had been drenched in the stink of sin.
Looking back, I realise that these tears were then lost in the rain and I feel
Hollow - having lost all manifestation of my last sentimental feeling.
As I trudged back inside, head hung low, one muddy step after another;
I then showered, dried, changed, and went back to my dear bed of dreams.
I woke up the next morning, feeling good about my self and the world,
But still towering above - it refused to cut me some slack, it seems.
I’m just an ant; crawling around and trying to escape the oppression
Of a world gone wrong - which has frustrated me so much, I find myself lost.
Lost in the efforts to find some little last sliver of love for this world,
And to overcome the anger that has now become me - at such a great cost.
I’m a ghost of the person who once was - now gone without a trace;
As now, I can no longer remember how I got here in the first place…
Modified by Mitchell Thompson |  |
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