FEELS LIKE EVERY TIME I THINK OF TAKING A BREATH THATS NOT PAINFUL,
SOME SCOUNDREL OR DEMON REPOSSESSES THE OXYGEN AS IF ALLOWING THIS WRETCH ANY AIR IS SHAMEFUL.
Wherever did I go so wrong to make the Earth beneath my shrinking person so unstable?
NOONE is perfect, yet the more I strive to be a good person, the more I feel like an infant rocked in evil's dark cradle!
I watch appalled as others spread terror, free to steal, rape, pillage and plunder,
As the placid tides wash away the embers of my heart too many times torn asunder!
The tightness spreads through the vacancy behind my ribs like a premature rigor mortis,
My soul seeming to escape every pore so eager to ascend before being completely consumed by the growing abyss!
Rooted down tight, heavy in the dirt like a tombstone settling in a freshly dug catacomb,
I'll instead be a boulder to shield my angel son for nothing else is necessary as long as we have each other, we will always be at home!