Chasing... Poem by Millie Garcia

Chasing shadows in the walls...
raising fire without smoke.
why does night turn sooo cold?
while the Preacher makes you fall...
don't be so fast to give it all...
take your time, take it slow...
make it known to all that count, what your spirit is all about.
haters live a loosing game,
full of massive wicked ways...
awake all night; you wonder 'why'? ? ? ?
must the spell be out of time?
many more follow the storm...winners, sinners,
come for the cure
They chant, they hope,
whisper a prayer settle the score.
why does Mother get so mad?
in her madness She'll make Us sad.
in the darkness of Our Souls...
theres no comfort, theres no control.