Disdain and enmity,
for which there is no remedy,
gives acrimony inside of me,
for which I have no doubt,

The only way that I can see
an end to animosity,
is a clear and simple breaking free
from shackles which hold me down.

Without your burden, I can be
free to surreptitiously,
achieve a sense of normalcy
to what was once before.

Before the orders conferred to me,
carried out, sans questioning,
I had a life; a dream you see.
But no not anymore.

I used to live quite happily,
free from thinking cynically
of my peers along with me;
Our intentions leave some doubt

To what is just morally,
defensible with sanity.
A torn asunder effigy,
of who we used to be.

My name will fade from memory,
a number chalked in history,
regarded with incredulity
that I was here at all.

Waking Weary, I dress for the day.
Nodding I sit and curse the delay.
Waiting for work to come take me
away.

I'd rather just sleep here to while the
day, but since I cannot I do curse the
delay.

I don't know what to write.
I start to write what seems to be something great,
But, in the end, doesn't seem right.
The late nights I spend,
Trying to figure out what words to write down,
My brain forsakes my pen.
I now find myself distracted by an odd sound.
My brain is here and there,
It can't concentrate,
For it wants to go everywhere.
Maybe it's because it's late?
That has to be why I am unable to concentrate,
It must be.
I should sleep.
Goodnight.