Quiet confusion,
Angry questions unanswered.
My sullen mind,
Like a stew someone forgot to stir.
Angry,
Not knowing how or why,
What has been done to me?
Helpless,
An embroyonic soul
Hidden in a womb of resentment.
Waiting,
To be born again into the knowing world.
Mother,
The cold ground beneath my feet.
Father,
The cold sting of the Law.
Begging,
For an answer to my fear.
Confused;
Why must I die to live? |