A Slave's Cry

Stranded in this place I cannot recognize Abandoned and lonely No one hears my cries AS i walk through this wasteland Of wilderness and desolation I am consumed with anguish I walk this road with hesitation On every turn that i come upon The is more pain than at the last turn Agony and torment spews from my pores With every step i take more pain i earn Until i am enveloped with grief Buried alive on my feet Dirt in my eyes,nose,mouth,and lungs I throw up my flag of defeat Each painful blow leaves behind a deep gash That is constantly reopened never able to heal Infection has now set into my heart Slashes and scars on my body reveals the detail Of the despair embedded deep in my soul That tells a tale of a soul so lost A soul wandering through this wilderness A tale of what being born black cost