Wheel of fortune

Starving as an artist I shed the lining left

As I embed the words caged

Within my rib cage, to each page

Here I stand

Shutting out, shutting down

A fearless being with no one around

Release me from this cage

Now tired from standing so I’ll sit within rage

And so I’ve said….

This loneliness feels as empty as the words that are read

A homeless being misread

A constant question of your worth

A “who do you think you are, gods gift to this green earth”

A declaration

Living in slavery, an enslaved mind

A constant; a trying to break free

A binding of lies that mold in front of the eyes leaving your vision impaired so you bare to see

A loss in time

A “what are you—out of your mind?”

And so I live in pause

Two symbols embossed

A peace I filled to feel, because it’s just me standing here; the one that they said needed to “heel” -heal

And so the truth is

I now lay

Not afraid; as they gang in numbers as cowards preventing the inevitable in preparation to run a way

——-rat race

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

I am what is considered to be a starving artist; support my vision, my dream to be free with a like and/or comment. #Sharedemo

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