Garbage
Garbage Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Life is so darn demanding day in and day out,
All the days of wanting to leave and scream and shout,
The vile garbage in my head is completely revered,
As my daily departing procrastination is always feared.
I’ve walked miles in his shoes and can’t understand,
Why the garbage in his head is used by his abrasive hands,
Bruises and scratchy wounds on my face, back and my arm,
He was supposed to be the one to protect me from harm.
As days turn into strenuous weeks I still can’t comprehend,
Why the stinking garbage in my head can’t rely on a friend,
No matter how I hurt I am scared deep down inside,
But he’s always there catching me when I try to hide.
The garbage in his head seems so foul-smelling and dirty,
To think I thought I’d be settled by the time I turned thirty,
Thoughts fading into devastation that it may be my fault,
If only there was a way to bring this abuse to a halt.
I was born to feel freedom and live with amplification,
Now the garbage in my head fills me with feared anticipation,
Obliterated and torn apart I’ve been captured and ill-treated,
I used to be one with my soul, full of wholeness and completed.
Please save me from this harm that damages me relentlessly,
I can’t handle the pain of his strength he uses tremendously,
I wish I had a different life with love and laughter instead,
But unfortunately I’m stuck with the nasty garbage in his head.
Date Written: July 1, 2016
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