Detained

It’s a dreary place I live in
One that dreams of haunting over and over again
The walls cry thick tears of blood and sin
And the air trembles in fear now and then

Such a famine state I grow in
Starved of the lush riches of life
Instead, time flows, giving no chance to imagine
Just what things would be like without strife

So I need hydration
I crave a drop of water to drain my soul
I miss inspiration
But that’s a story I’ve already told

So this is I: a suffering show-off
A dying contemplation
I bullet to prove I’m tough
A tear lying on cultivation

And yet, this feels unfinished
Like a page had been torn and chewed
All these words prove worthy of being diminished
Even though the idea seems too crude

This is just another poem
Just another cry I’ve contained
Such a miserable omen
Living a life long been detained

-12/02/03