Prolonged Seconds Painted on my Iris The reflection I hide by closing My eyelids Tied them shut To shun away a virus In search of weak bones To inject the violence We're targeted The auto-pilot ***** Devoid of sense Go here, sign this Another problem their paid to fix The **** I see and hear Sometimes makes me sick So I sit wait and sit Holding for another ******* expectation Defeat, repeat, defeat, repeat: While I hold my breath Survive for a few more prolonged seconds 2-21-11
An old poem I wrote that's always been special to me. I wrote this at age 16 I think and still wonder what the hell I was writing about.