Cemented Ink

I’m in the position of a responsible orphan I’m left with no plan…abandoned I turn aside from being caught up in denial, though I’m stumbling upon affliction and bafflement, entangling me in its web These unkempt, cemented words—they are strapping The griminess searing through my skin and bone I’m left in the chambers of my words How can I talk myself out of this position? They are cemented to my soul, decaying in debris…chained to envy and fear I write down my experiences with cemented ink My fear-binding words weigh me down, cemented with bewilderment My toes trickle with grime…my life is but a frown My body becomes weak… leaving me with a print My depression dunks my head down I write down my feelings with layered ink Decaying in filth…chained to fury and terror Chipping my soul…peeling away everything I adore I am demolishing along with my last lick of luck How can I get out of here? I’m left to find my own way out The draftiness singeing through me…goose bumps leaving scars of tousled emotions—they are strapping These portraying words crawl in my cranium… Perturbing my every thought Abandoning all the doubtless hopes…entangled with uncertainty My worries are shot With ink… blotching my heart I’m unprepared on my flight I’m in the position of a bewildered orphan… lost in the ink-cemented night