Realization Poem by Jamaica Alston

To each is his own;
The wonders of life.
Hades has spoken and it has only just began.
What God!
Now Hell, is real.
Tossing and turning in it everyday.
Suffocated by the Kiss of Death.
Blinded by this thick fog that has developed.
Surrounded for miles,
But every mile walked there is just more, no progress.
Cry a babies cry.
Talk a man's talk. There is
No angle that can fix the parts that has been broken.
Soothe the pain
Take away the trauma.
Memories, Memories
Forgotten, Forgotten
Just dreams the seem like;
False pigmentation.
To walk away from it all;
Is beyond imagination.