I'M Forced Poem by Singleton M. Tate

I'm forced,
to be an abstract
of my own shadow's envy

Running,
from any commitment
raising my brow at inconsistencies

You may find that rather plain,
but I am saddened, by my world
or the shell
that I think is one

~Rubbish you fool,
stop saying the wrong
envelops
the cities, towns and the nations~

Like a castaway, my offspring
drift toward shores of mayhem,
I cry out... nothing

Hear me,
oh great wind
of my own making,
move me from such dissension
As I yearn for warmth of a real life

Behold,
the frail wounds
of my downfall
as they come
to bury my remains
listless kissed my pain prevails

I no longer,
have to contemplate
a temple
of green meadows cascading

I no longer,
may hear
my evil cries in remorse
but my spirit flies to the east

Whispers
of the morn
beckon sweet dreams
my children will not rest in peace