Tiresome eyes rest upon the horizon Searching for a way tog et out The walls appear to be closing in on me Air supply becoming smaller Temperature rapidly rising My hand is tired from all the hours spent flipping the pole Striping the sky with a beautiful flourish of red Placed upon my forehead is a great deal of hot pressure burning my scalp Thinking straight is not an option anymore I cannot see the sun through the discrimination Diverse prejudice, an oxymoron I have put myself in But I keep myself there in hopes to contain the gem which shines so brightly adn continues to smile at me with crying eyes and a screaming soul. Silence is so loud I cannot bear to listen The sound of stupidity rings in my ears and my fingernails seach to scratch the noise away, Ears now bleeding and minds now crushed The angels cannot save me now The asparagus is pulling me under to where I cannot breathe and cannot see, and cannot lie, and cannot smile, and cannot LOVE As a normal human should
10/4/00
