Best Depressionhome Poems
At Home In The Darkness
I am not afraid of dying
I have spent a thousand years in darkness
Hiding behind a million nightmares
My existence is not what my heart told me it would be
I live wanting and wishing for an elusive moment
One moment of light truth and hope
All I have is the burn of my tears
The sweet saltiness of my blood
Tears on my flesh open to the putrid air
The world rejected me
My thoughts were too off the wall
I was too different and did not want to change
That was their mistake to make
They chose and I fled into the darkness
It is where I belong…where I survive
But I am not afraid of dying
I have spent a thousand years in darkness
It is my home and that is all I deserve
Behind docks for yonks,
am a born refugee
of the home of bondage.
Within the rite's prisons
am entangled in this inherited
conviction;
deep in our conscience.
Centuries founded walls
stand stiffly as board
inscribed by ***** letters
letters that sum up to words of crime.
In 'their' presence we
make a jazz
our evil instrictive desires in a
sweet jargon.
We don't mean, 'cut down the mango
tree'
we mean, 'chop off their heads'
on exuberance of revenge;
vengeance to our ancestors,
we gang
against our brothers whom we differ
by the language of the tongues,
by the colours of the skin.
These selfish futile battles,
when shall they end?
The rites of vengeance
when shall we refrain from their
adoration?
My kids won't be such slaves
for this is my treason
my exodus from the home of
bondage.