Breathe

Your word doesn’t sound the same no more.

Now when I call on your name

I no longer inhale happiness,

Nor do I exhale joy.

See. My world has flooded.

Like those pirate treasures at the depth of the ocean floor.

Black in blue. (beaten down)

See. Now when I call on your name I feel 

The Hot, harsh desert carpenters hands.

Strapping with cruelty.

As those broken bottles we left on the sea shores,

Continue Pocking.

It is Like I have torn in my chest.

As I feel my heart pumping hard against them.

Squeezing the life out of me.

But I’m my mind there is still hope, 

hope for a better tomorrow.

For this ain’t no punishment.

But a lesson learned through pain and suffering.