Can’t eat
no
home
just
concrete
cold
dirty
grains
of sand
stomped
upon
globally
cold
icy
burns
beneath
the
tents on a
ground
of cardboard
removal
quietly
surviving
and
rushed
into a
buried
ground
cleansed
by
no hospital
no visitors
no family
no name
its
inevitable
dust to dust
back to
ashes
water
wash away
in the
sewers
cause
no one
knew us
as
homeless.
In a cold
dark room
she sat in slient
on concrete
looking down
at the space
between her toes,
rocking back and forth
to many triggers shots
stealing time preoccuping
her mind she reached
maximum capacity.
“Talk to me,” I whispered.
She looked at me once
and turned her face.
Golden droplets
leaked down her
shaking pants leg
to the ground.
She parted her dry lips
to bite her finger nails,
shaking her head
side to side,
swollen eyes
looked into mine
she said,
“I want to be erased, kill me now, or I will myself, no matter what it takes.”
Slowly walking towards
her we embraced in a hug.
Four knocks…
guards open large
medal door.
Stepping out of the threshold
she yelled, “I love you girl, don’t come back to My Hell. ”
the door slammed closed
for seventy-two hours
and three minutes later,
she was pronounced dead…,
never forgetting
a moment
because
she’s always in my head.
Heavy hearts
flooded in
memories of
your life
dancing
back
in rewinds
playing
tunes
to
flutes
lively
were
you
feel up
on
happiness
popping
in
joy jives
things that
you love
being loved
by Us all
Now,
confined by
a white sheeted
bed
hooked up
to monitors
struggling to
breathe
as pain
shock waves
inside your veins
making it
harder
for you
to maintain
or entertain
energy
to live
yet,
we sing
wishes
for a
peaceful
transition
inside
and out
hitting the
perfect pitches
to make
you
always laugh
keeping
what we
know
of your
love and beautiful
songs
always
close
to our hearts
as we always
had
before
of you
everyday
we live…
we will
miss you…
crying
ugly blues
because
we wish
it wasn’t
YOU.
Breaking
free
reaching outside
of my
internal
elements
to be
a better me.
Scars of tragedy
hidden deep
in
heart’s cavity.
Buried
a smile
pouring the
tears
in
years
to wrinkles
in
a rare
expression
planted
to
submerged
fighting
not to
emerge
in the
hidden
closed
me.
Urging
me
why
this
suppose
to be
a pain
whenever
to whomever
more and more
for whatever
fertilized
into
nothing
green
to burnt
brown
smothered
ill
crippling
my life
harder
to kick
a stonewall
to
break
thru
maybe
it will…
willingly
or the
crumbles
fall to
a tombstone
named
written
clearly
Its me
never was free
crippled
in my
own
insanity.
Cold sweats, he shooked
in and out of death,
silently whispering confession
of dark nightmares
hated
for years later
till death,
pointed a gun
in tears
to his left
lobe
erasing all fears
he let go
to leave
out of
misery…,
To
hunting me
again
he hasn’t left…
breathing the same whispers
at night,
tugging my pillow from
left to right,
hugging sheets
of repeated
whispers
hunted
sleepless
to praying
“My God Please…, take
this
PTSD away from
Me!”
Storms in
my eyes
heaviness in
my heart
and silence in
my voice
to
collateral damage in
someone else’s
war
against
themselves
as knives
slices
straight
to the
point,
the same
boiling
water
softens the
potato
hardens
the egg
to break
into
shattered
pieces
of tiny
shells
bare and vulnerable
to its
yolk core,
exposed
to
even sugar
looking
like salt
until
no more.
Alone
sitting
under
insecurities
clouds
rain
strikes
lightning
all around
my
way
refused
to moved
sitting
back
anyway
into
my wrestling
mind
reflecting
life
as loving eyes
become
lost
hard times
stay
tough
and
street crimes
accumulates
enough
blood lost
of
humanity
to
witness
more insanity
in families
reloading the
shots
aimed
and ready
to pull
the trigger
in
cruel
intentions
to blast the
wicked
into
retaliation
ways of
Street Justice
for Us…,
Clearly,
mirroring
the same horrific
horror
in
tears flowing
out
drenching
hidden
rupture
hearts
choking on
reality
for
years
or not
to
hid away
in the dark
or not…,
Haven’t
moved from
lightning
why not…,
sitting
back to
Alone
anyway
or gone
anyday.
Closed eyes
Darken…,
Sleep
deep
into
nothing…,
Bullet-proof
vest
unrest,
Awaken…,
To
chalky
outlines
updated
in
blood-shed
screams…,
Faces smearin
tears-shed
lost…,
Twisted
in
newz headlines
breakin,
streets crimes
taken,
FAKE
crimes
FRAMED
NOOooo…Unforgiven…,
Shots
fired
colorful green
fireworks
plenty to
four-eyed-suitcase-suited-Goons,
thrivin,
hustlin and grindin,
to make
lairs point
to
rap sheets
in fees
of toxic
restitution…,
Solution,
snappin
jail bars
inclusion
stamped for
minorities…,
pinches
hurt less
than punches…,
Fight…,
Damn right,
for the
Right to Life, Liberty,
and Security…,
Pop!
Eyes,
Lighted Opened.
https://www-m.cnn.com/2019/03/29/us/florida-wrongful-imprisonment-42-years-murder/index.html
Get back…,
OR
it’s payback,
to
attack
a hot tension
stacked
intuition
build-up,
unraveling,
holding together,
in a day
of light
to
brewing grey
smoke
percolating
at the
seams,
poofing
future dreams
into
Asphalt…,
oh, its mean
to say
BOO and get spooked…,
Step Back,
OR
lay flattered
on the mixture gravel
regurgitating
chunks of
lies
accumulated
from the inside
of You…,
Walk
Backwards
Away,
into the
cave
sculpting
the beginning
to the endings
of Your
short sentences,
as the
END.
