Only One Question
It's dark inside, I sleep in solemn slumber.
No harm can befall me here in my hole
Some day I will be able to live freely,
Freely among the masses of other individuals
But that day has not yet come.
I sit in waiting for my day to be called.
Kicking violently at these walls that hold me in
Screaming out but no one can hear my cries.
Why won't you let me out of here?
You know I'm ready to leave,
But yet I'm kept buried deep within.
Soft sleepy whispers slowly fill my ears,
Yet no one in this world can hear me.
At last it seems to be working
Could this be the time that I finally
Am able to attain my freedom?
The wall no longer holds strong against me
A small delicate ray of light now breaks this stronghold of darkness.
A rush of cold air blows over my foot;
It's not as the voices told me it would be
But at least I'll be free soon enough.
Slowly writhing my way out
Through this small inhumane hole opened up before me.
Carried inside this place for so long
It's time to get out. I hold my breath
Fiercly struggling to get my head out.
Warm and smooth, something runs up my back
Cold and blunt, that which is placed on my head.
Could it be this that gives me freedom?
Sharp pain, no movement, limbs fall lifeless.
Blunt object plunged into my skull
My mind no longer capable of being,
Now entombed within a small plastic bag.
I could've had a life filled with joy
I could've been yours to hold and cherish.
I was hoping to hear those three simple words
But obviously you didn't care.
I only have one question,
Why carry me, if you're just going to kill me?
I'm ok now, being brought up in a better place
But still I sit and ponder this one thing
I've been unable to answer
Why carry me, if you're just going to kill me?
-Isaac DeLeon © 2000
