death and sadness were my bullies
Dear Reader(s),
Creeps came to me this midnight
words were arranging themselves in my mind
they awaken me to write this one before forgetting them
it was a dark nasty dream....words flow on their own after I wrote the first line
kept bugging my sleep.. a dark one
with the flickering shadows of the time
my childhood of snot covered shelves were slaughtered
cotton candy innocence was raped by the cold unforgiving
demise of the heavy responsibilities convicted on the soul
for the sake of adult's money, wishes dissolved into dead orange
japanese aquarium fishes, mangy caged partnerless sad budgies
light of day grey dark washed up in the shores of loneliness
death and sadness were my bullies waiting me at every dim street corner after the school.
jealousy zealots echoed in the halls of minds asking for more, like spoiled lucky brats you saw
getting everything which the rotten corpse of your dream laying on the grave ever wanted.
learned to relieve your hunger from color printed pictures of delicious cooking books on your own
buried your anger like a rabid cat as if it was more precious than the water.
future's of other entitled kids were always more brighter than yours
relief of hidden words of love were in the far distance in the horizons
never close to your shores as you learned to succeed without knowing
warm empowering felicitations. those exotic candies were only known
in remote distant countries where people
are happy and loving to one another singing the song of joy with one another.
brutal reality of truth dictated to you love to be found
in the lines between the most harsh utter words of lack and fear.
Fear which supposed to protect you and make stronger in your damp dark cell
where all your potential is kept for life.
King H. Ironson
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