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This city life is mentally toilsome
My mood shifts like a rocking pendulum
Working for ****** isn't fun
Fall in love with one and you're done
My eyes are bloodshot behind a locked door
What the world has to offer, doesn't cut it anymore
I use drugs to fill the gap in my soul
And to counteract the meds that make me sore
One minute I'm pacified, the next thirst for gore
I try not to succumb in this spiritual war
I implore you not to search for me, you will not find
I can't tell the truth without being unkind
The average person makes me want to go blind
Demons are feeding on my lobotomized mind
The same kind of demons that made these machines
The works of the hands have men on their knees
A stagnated society with feminist themes
It works for ******, who shouldn't lead
I serve no purpose, and feel no ease
I just want my own land and to eat fruit from trees
Where have I sinned, that this spirit of dread
has befallen my head, and made my bones shake?
I am robbed of peace, my eyes drip tears
yet no one will come to my aid
My foundation is bitter, my enemies all around
I am locked in my room, awaiting the end
For the evil that was done to me
has left a lasting impression
I cannot sleep at night, in the day I faint
for those who have shown me no mercy
are in a happy state
They plunder and take my blessing for themselves
My faith is a trophy upon their shelves
Hypocrisy reigns in the land
I am like a parentless child who rebelled against crime
People saw me as an obstacle to their schemes
They acted in wrath against me to further their dreams
No one shows kindness to one whose in peril
They tore me apart limb from limb
until there was nothing left for me to tell
Is this the inheritance of the one who longs for truth
Who chose love and kindness from youth?
Justice is on its knees praying for release
When will it arise to avenge my cries?
Vain! It's so vain how they move about
What do they hope to achieve
with endless vexation?
They destroy the meek in their goings
They steal and wreak havoc fully knowing
that what they do pins people to the ground
They destroy everyone who is not like them
To make war against such is to be sound
If we choose to be
we can be:

the voice of the voiceless,
the strength of the weakest,
a glimmer of hope for the hopeless,
a ray of light in darkness.
I dread the darkness of my dreams.
As I slumber, it's sorrow that I see.

Skeletons with scarlet skulls seek satisfaction.
A squalid squadron that scares my soul.
Their furious faces are so frightening.
I hear the high hiss of their howls.

They march through wind and marshes to wage war.
Defiant, they bring doom and destruction
In the name of the devil they adore.

As I run under rain for refuge,
The feeble road fails under my feet.
A crevice cracks my ankle,
A crazy creature creeps from the scarp
And bites my bones to bits.

I beg for the brightness that will blast the shades that shock me.
I call for the cool morning to come.
But fighting is futile.
In this obnoxious night, I’ve run the final mile.
It is all to no avail,
Dead without a leaving trail.
As I half slumber into self incarceration
On the walls of my asylum
Electric spiders do their craft
Under their silk,
I’m numb of all emotion
Can’t know the present,
Don’t recall the past

From a pane of fake glass
Blazes a light of acid blue
It corrodes my retinas
I can’t see the truth

Loudspeakers deliver
A cacophony of digital howls
Green faced, I quiver
Under the ***** of robotic sounds

Below the announcer of blistering news
Puncturing my ears
A distant, faint whisper I hear
My pupils dilate, blood rushes through
Is it true?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
 Mar 27 T R Wingfield
Cné
Poet
 Mar 27 T R Wingfield
Cné
His colloquy, vintage, rich and bold
Unveiling nuances, young and old
Subtleties dance, like fireflies at night
Whispered innuendos, a gentle, sweet delight

His flavor, a lingering caress
Savoring bliss, in each
tender address
In this sensory waltz, entwined
A delicate balance of taste and design

Where words become wine,
and wine becomes art
Relentless aftertaste, a deliberate
imprint on the heart
It helped me get through lonely nights
and gave me courage for a bit
It wasn't until I tried to quit
That's when I learned it bites

The way it fights
Can't turn your back
Always staring
Ready to attack

It's my fault
I should have more sense
I shouldn't have done what I did
Under the influence

I wasn't myself
Now I'm facing the pain
But I will learn to live again
I quit today
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