Dancing In A River Of Torment - Poem by Ruth Owusu
Like a flute, I lament,
Not for failing to grow up but for dancing in a prison of torment,
I mourn, not for love but for the beautiful garment of dignity and hope i have slashed,
In the shadow of civilization I
hide my regret of decisions
I lament, for the unknown,
Wing's of misery spreads
over me, threatening to bring me down,
Burden mocks me, each night,
Determination to survive is
i need to break free
but i have lost the power in
the grief tower,
From drowning on a bottle of smirnoff on rocks,
To inhaling smoke like air,
I have tried to escape from
this prison yet life is still
For how long must i lament?
Who will be a savior and bring me out of this torment?
Only my MAKER.
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