Barefoot & Naked.

[rewiiired]

Make a choice
will a way
you're just not you anymore
this life is not your own.

Walked a thousand miles
in these alien soles
and they've rubbed you
the wrong way till
your blistered and broken.

Can you see on through
the sandstorm?
Stick out your tounge,
taste the dry.
Forever lost in the fear.
Swallowed by the snickering,
omnipresent Why.

Time to walk barefoot
and naked.

You've died here before,
and the gun's in your hand again,
cocked and loaded, and you're
hungry but wary as you stare down
the barrel, looking for some light
at the end of that tiny tunnel,
just waiting for a spark
to light the night, to
give you reason, to
answer the questions.

How can such a privilage
become such a burden?
Why are you running away
and fighting what you're yearning?

You're just not you anymore.
So what are you fighting for?

 

[E-girl]

and they've rubbed you
the wrong way till
your blistered and broken.

love that.

 

[cherub]

I have to say this is one of my favorites of yours ,,,, i liked the flow and the feel and the whole concept of the poem.
When i read it, i can relate or seem to feel with this poem.



*wanted to let you know,,,, i hope you still are pursuing your writting, i think you have continued to grow.