Distracted (2005) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

The sound of a thousand screams whistling through my ear;
experience the grievance in a mind that has been tormented.
Why does your mind accuse you of all these allegations?
I squander my thoughts and photogragh the diabolical clouds.

There alone I behave in a childish manner rationalizing fear.
I later stare at what is inbetween the clouds mentally embedded.
I can not think of anything else in these unbalanced manifestations.
Going somewhere wrong is the only place I can proudly surround.

Take me back to those wild yells where all I could hear was my voice.
Help me fall back into place where my time was always right.
Hold me close to a point where I know I really belong.
Treasure me with every minute to ensure my personal safety.

I can remember all the frivolous beatings and that twisting noise.
I restrain myself every so often to avoid another disturbing cry.
Shortly then I learn of the whistling breeze singing my terrible song.
Only nature has the ability to commemorate such a melody.

All my atrocious memories begin with a beautiful sight.
I remember these like dreams when I feel alright.

When I Do think of them, they make me smile.
When I Do think of them, it is only for a while.

If I go any further I panic and slowly die in disbelief.
If I could stop all this mental frightning friction,
it would be my greatest and life sparing relief.