Black on Black Arts
Whisper - Poem by Black on Black Arts
Waking up back hurting.
Sun in my eyes, mosquito bites on my skin I begin to itch.
Swating away flies I get up from my concrete bed.
Bloodshot eyes see blurry in the light from crying myself
to sleep at night.
I've hit rock bottom but it feels like rock bottom has hit
me as I wander aimlessly for food and shelter.
Just a little taste to curb my growling stomach.
Water ever so important now more than ever as my lips dry
and crack from thirst.What do I do now?
I pray but they go unanswered.
Don't wanna go on living anymore my pain unbearable slowly
losing all sense of reality.
I fall to my knees wanting death a release from the pain
and suffering of a wasted life.
I scream but all that comes out is a whisper
Do you hear it?
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