Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


>Struggle


An odd awareness
Rushes up creating nausea

Going down rattling
An ultra sensitive thought

straight from the back of my head
a massive crash!

the process of thinking stopped!
I look back with closed eyes- - -

just to live
…………..pretending
………………………bigotry
……………………………...cheating
………………………………………..schemes and
…………………………..…………………………..lies

No struggle
No protest
In life?

Would the depth of understanding
And the height of ethics be lost from life with out direction?

Must have to win
In the battle of life

Or retracement will take place from that iron determination
Or will they push you down
Slowly
……..little
…………..by
………………little
………………………step
……………………………by
………………………………step?

Submitted: Thursday, June 06, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 07, 2013

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