SickA Chapter by Joshua Randall
It’s so sick that it’s real interesting.
This is sick that I need to know.
So sick I cannot find;
whats sick that keeps me low.
To the floor- where to step.
Is the dirt, where I crawl so fearfully.
Muddy, where I creep to feed him;
disgusting, yet so beautifully.
Closeted emotional drainage.
In this city, what’s filling is sacred
What binds these slaves in torture?
What shields these folks from hatred?
He knows about my secrets.
Remembers in mind, my past.
I fear, these thoughts will crush him.
I fear this loves run fast.
I think this is number four in six,
men, that have opened my eyes.
In a township so abroad,
in a place that never cries.
In this blood that holds no boundaries.
On this body that has no scars.
Beneath the skin that couldn't hide,
the love that wasn't ours.
This fury infused with “could a-fought,”
Laced tight with loosed tears.
With so much love you could of taught me,
Held back though deafened ears.
Written By; Joshua Randall
Session IV: Eventually
© 2012 Joshua Randall
Eventually - Session IV, Ages 21 - 23
AboutI've written the first fantasy book out of its trilogy and am currently signed. In my spare-time, I write poetry, songs, and journal entries. Cheers *I have no interest in literary agents or publis.. more..