Every day this scorching sun smiles at me
And I smile back asking, 'Does this have to be? '
My hands coiled in thick blood
And my feet smothered in dried mud
All the things I wish I could do
Will never come true
That haunts me in disbelief
But sighs of relief
Are the only things I will regret
Your taunts and torments, I will never forget
Like a trapped bird in a cage
This metal that roots me in rage
Will never loosen its grip
Until it has every last drip
Your blood and mine aren’t the same
Mine dwells in the foul swamp of shame
Yours reside in the pristine lake
Never knowing the vile wake
Tread in my water
And watch the slaughter
Of your kin
While blood boils beneath your skin
When you hear the cry
Ask yourself why?
Why these ripples never stop
Until it has every last tear drop
This body of mine is drenched with pain
For this is not what’s driving me insane
No, the pain numbs away
But this, this always stay
This is the void inside
That will never subside
These wounds never heal
And these scars always concealed
This is to YOU, the one that looks at the sun in a different light
No longer bonded behind these bars; I am ready for my flight
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