I've knocked on your doors
I've Rung all your phones
Been looking for free work
A nod for approval.
Word spread around
Fast lips, faster hands,
Entry points barred,
your signal lines jammed.

Frozen in the middle
cemented to the street
I still reached out
my hands, voice, and feet.
Heard all your replies
through my phone which did not ring
"911 assist!
It's the man you've been looking."

Manhandled til my home,
a shanty of square feet,
The raging Pain, Anger
Dose me off to sleep.
They lick my bruise,
They clean my wounds
like mother and father
cooking my birthday meal.

Suddenly, I hear them,
Cold, numb voices,

Knocking, calling, laughing
out my name
just when they need
an extra man for a game.

And I...

asleep from the ordeal
of waking emotions

**Shut Down