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I have not penned a verse for many months because I have many things
That are undone, I have not penned a verse for months because the mornings have me on the run. Here I am flying high with a vision that is
brightening up the sky, the world is playing me for a fool and I am feeling very cool. The part of me that is reeling is the courage that
I am feeling, I am not emotional and I am not sensational because I have no feelings. Sometimes I have to harden my heart to
prevent my spirit from getting dark, sometimes I have to harden my heart to tell the story of the old lark. It has a song that it has not been sung
It has the rhythm that will keep me moving and it has the mystery that will keep me thinking.

Here I am sitting in the park waiting to hear a song from the lark, I come here early in the morning but the lark keep hiding away from me, it didn’t
Show up at noon and when the sun has gone down I can feel its presence
around  and its feather kept beating on the roof, and in the evening when I am ready to leave the lark keep flying from tree to tree with
courage stuck into its knees and in the center of it all the city is still standing tall. I wish I could find where it lives the heaven 
would gives me a thrill, listen I can hear it singing from beyond the
Horizon with a message that I profound and a sound that is bold.

I have been glued in this spot for one year four months and twenty one days, I have nothing to eat and no soap to wash my feet. I have fasted for many days, feeding on water and pre-mature June plum. I have a bite here and there and sometimes someone takes pity, and give a little but this doesn’t
happen often and I have to bear the hungar and drink water for my supper
Some people do not understand the misery upon the land the disdain
And the scorn has bruised my spirit and darkened the sky with rain clouds but I can see the sun peeping out and the children dancing about.

Here I am waiting, to go to a place where I can work peacefully without
Any distraction and observe the things from a longer distance, I want to nourish my body and work in an environment that makes me happy

I can still feel the bruise on my body and my spirit running a marathon up the hill. I lamented over my broken laptops when the bad people
descended upon me, they took my expensive phone and smash it on the
ground and shatter the screen.The cheap one that I got was later stolen
by the rats. I can still feel the anguish in my knees and the heavens covering me from the aggression and the shouts, the brawl,  the
attacks and the scorn. They call me names that did not sticks and the try to get me into
the mix but I detached myself from everything and I could feel
dignity and separation deep down within.

What more can I say when everyone ignored me, when I asked for help
They mock me instead, I am still waiting for this chapter is over and I can have a decent shower. The tell me that I am stink and my body is very
Thin. I know that to be true and I don’t have any way to get in touch
With you, I do not have a phone and I am struggling with my old reprogrammed laptop. I don’t know much longer I can endure this 
But I hope that the lark will send a message in the dark. You must
Contact me directly and do not give anyone any message to give me
The people around me are very dishonest and they will cause you to fret
release the lark with a musical harp so that I can know when
you are ready to go and end this miserable show.

You must prepare my open plane ticket and travel allowance, stipend and extended hotel accommodation stay .You must provide me with phone and laptops and you must take these thing to me directly and do not
Give them to anybody. You can find me in Rose Duncan Park in Linstead Jamaica and this is in the middle of the Linstead town.
When you come ask for the lady that writes with the laptop. If I am
Not here you can find me at the basic school on number three Victoria
Street after seven pm in the evening. You can knock on the big gate and
I will know that you are there and I will prepare to leave this miserable place,.
I have been in this wretched place or one year four months and twenty one days. Its time to go.
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