Survival

The bright sky could tell just how tired my eyes were, the silent air was a clarity to my loneliness.

My depression tearing deep sores to my throat, with the wailing earth piercing my ears with its strange sounds causing it to bleed.

My sore bottom, tired of its constant seat of agony.

My shaky hands, was a reflect of my sleepless nights.

We want it all for ourselves, always wanting to be the cherry atop it all.

With the sun at our backs, and the breeze to our hair, we took flight to the sky.

Left with nowhere to stay, I took to the cave, using its walls as my save.

Closing up to the world I came from, while I use the fire in my heart as a warmth to my stay.

I didn't want to feel the fear no more.

My freedom still blocked by the haze of my hatred.

With I, a clear companion to its stink.

The false blind, has taken me to the shadows, the darkness, where the lights still struggles to come to my aid.

I could almost feel their banter beneath my feet, like a crazy drummer, making its drums a victim.

I wanted to be swallowed, to be taken into the unknown, I invited its presence.

I could feel my faded self, striving to desiccate, causing my salty throat to crack up.

My head at an aching frenzy, was a sign of my disturbed mind, I couldn't let it out.

I was stuck.

On my own, thrown on this deserted road.

A lone wolf, with no pack.

Lost, like a scattered teeth.

A butterfly with no wings, just the crazed wind to my back, as the burden tears me down, it got me trapped with no way out.

The stain of my sweat, painted fast colors to my chest.

And as I came to terms with the fact that I was alone, there was none by my side.

A survivor, a black sheep to the test.

A warrior, with no weapon.

I was lost, empty, terrified, angry and alone, never getting the clearance I needed, being placed in the war front, my dignity at stake.

With no testimony to my name, I am dragged by my legs back to my cove, where I cower back to my sleep, away from my sins.

Back into the darkness, as I wore it like a glove, where my clove mind, simmers back into nothingness.