The Struggle
by: Andrew Green, Jr.

Now how do I describe the here in which I live?
but more importantly
How do I get back the years in which I give?
These questions torture me.
And the tears in which I've hid now expose themselves at night.
My sight blurs
My words slur.
My fists I clench them tight.
My wish?..... to be free.
No longer saw as a number.
I wish..... to be me.
Cause for far to long I've hungered...
To no longer be under
These black clouds of thunder and rain.
But I'm judged to remain
In this sadistic! Dungeon of pain
My logistics? Is lost on this Manifestation
I stand in frustration
Hands cuffed as I'm facing
This journey alone.
All I'm yearning is home
Things like a bed of my own
over due rest for my bones
And relief from the stress on my dome.
Lord wake me from this nightmare!
They say hell is below
But no!
My hell is right here.
And heaven? Is light years away from today.
Or so it seems
And so it means
My reality is staying this way
Because I'm too weak for suicide
Too strong to let them kill me.
So this time I do, I do with pride
Until my God does still me.

The Struggle....

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