…Seven years of ambivalent breathing holding a dull pencil Trying to inscribe my feelings with the burden of a stone slab on my weak lap… The sun is already high hunger is the boogeyman and the thirst I know will be my vessel to meet the boatman Vultures feast ravaging the gold Leaving me within the bounds of corroded steel and clouded skies Drowning in waters where society thrives Each wave chokes me with the taste of their bile I’m tired… Home is nowhere but in my heart I know it’s somewhere within that horizon…
Mek Dec08
“counting the stars within seven years of indefinite uncertainties is not enough to see a vision of their dreams coming to life…”