It is easy to ignore the faces of madness upon the streets
Until you recognize one
One in which you were taught to respect and admire
But I have been slow to conclude
it is nothing more than a name
The lines that life has drawn
have been skewed in my perception
and hard for me to accept
I must find the strength to overcome
the misfortune and self-pity
and accept the goodness that has found me
And here you are
I know you mean well
Yet I feel my soul and heart is suppressed
as I wait
for life and energy to spring out of you
I know it is foolish of me
My heart yearns to run
Away from all of this
to the other end of the world
I want a place to plant my tree
Yet I know there is not enough nutrients in the soil here
To feed my soul
I want to run
Like I have always do
(12/30/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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