BEFORE ME I STAND

Time Is easily wasted

But hardly used right

The passion I have,

I wonder if it’ll ever reach a place outside these four walls

My voice echoes, yet my soul

Stays in place

Feeling the silence while touching the warmth in the air

Day after day

Feelings grow yet simultaneously disappear

Then come the shots, eight shots of rum swim down my liver

Teleporting me to a dark room with one candle lit

In that room I feel like waste, killed and possessed

I portrayed no real value to you, just pleasurable flesh

The door opened and you walked out of my life

I screamed and screamed for justice

But there was no reply

Echoing, was the sound of my cry