Unspoken Word

I scribbled the first three lines and thought "Oh, nice.' I don't know how I feel now, but here goes!

A sick smile I wield,

My cart of bricks in toe,

Will circumstances lead me higher?

The adversity I tote,

The constant war-cries against my growth,

Have only increased the stakes,

The weight seems to change,

With the inclines and declines of life,

But how close do I expect to get to the finish line,

With this slow sick smile of mine,

I can't escape,

Even my hips' sway is meant to say,

"Can't you see me?"

"Please relieve me."

This crippled joy,

Will only subside with a dose of the most high's high,

Goodbye.

 

Author's Note

Editing help & ending suggestions please.