Remember
Listening to poison for days
Kept me in a maze
Like cattle,
I began to graze
On wrong pastures
To hide the torment
and feed on laughter
Nothing about it was funny
Guess who felt like a dummy
Nothing about it was good
All I felt like was misunderstood
It was a tragedy
To battle me
Fear
Tried
To stop my destiny,
Parasitical grip
I started to slip
I didn’t know I was taking a trip
Down the road of the
Destitute
Where men start to shoot
Anyone and everything
Including their arms
And enjoy the
sting
Watching their faces, as they crash
into cereal bowls
Then, their reply is
“I’m tired, that’s all.”
I hear, Zombies are real
and They live on our streets
Yet, we pay them no mind
Some even get beat
When that’s your Son
When that’s your Daughter
When that’s your Best Friend begging for a Quarter
Then, maybe, they won’t be just “Another Waste”
Maybe, you need to look them in the face
And let them know that there is healing and grace
God can use us in the most unusual place.
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2014
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