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.