I blink
early morning light
diffused by thick oily smoke
but I made it though another night
Barely breathing
and on a constant alert
how can everybody be angry
when it's only me I hurt
the deep bruising of my spirit
and the laceration of my soul
is what I allow to happen
with my lifestyle as a whole
each day I struggle through
hoping for a quicker end
praying someday God will hear
and grant the wish I send
my life is non-productive
though I know that many people love me
I don't mean to be ungrateful
I am just searching to be free
I do not wish to cause grief
any longer to those I love
I would still be close to them
and smile down from above
The freedom of floating
with a weightless spirit
is all I ever pray for
I wish that God would hear it






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