Fangs
They inject their venom into my endless harmony
Killing me softly, I’m the walking dead, slowly towards my ceremony
You wont bury me because geographically, I’m a globe
Where my mind wonders, my pen will probe
The United Nations has uplifted my spirit
But this bleeding pen knowns no limits
Or is it the Mandela sprit in me?
Simply wanting to be free, or just plain lunacy?
Still there are some borders I dare not transit
Subjects beyond my comprehend I dare not debate
But these fangs don’t make it easy, they drive me crazy
Leave me empty, like vampires feeding, drained and drowsy
They strike especially when I’m busy
Leave with a huge chunk of my soul, they want me lazy
So I work endlessly, tenaciously
And walk nonstop to the very top intentionally, purposefully,
But sometimes, I find myself stumbling straight into the lion’s den
I write a ladder straight out of that black hole then (or write an antivenom)
To escape their callous, ravenous stares
Jealous critiques - hope you crack those fangs and succumb to your own venom - feeding on my flaws
06-10-2015
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