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the trench I call home
why
why do I always put up
a closed sign
yes, it's anything but peaceful
in my mind
but a reason for existing
the way I do
a reason
for the door
being slammed shut
on you
for speaking in riddles
none of which true
for spending most of my time
wishing away my life
yes, a reason for this
I'm yet to find
but, I
I've come to realise
I'm something of
a singular noun
so I searched
and searched
I looked up
I fell down
but my meaning
cannot be found
for part of society
I fear I am not
no, people like me
they'd rather be without
so this is my calling
my calling out
to those like me
who can't do anything
without a doubt
whose inner voice
is oh so loud
those who seek light
but have become too good
at being the one
who hides
those with caverns inside
with their skeletons
their darkness
that's where they reside
those who are at home
in the deepest
of catacombs
for to be enveloped
in shadows
is all
they've ever known
you see,
to belong to a place
where others presence
is unknown
where
those with two faces
wouldn't dare go
take it from me,
my people,
they know
to be submerged
in black
is to ensure
no knives
shall ever be found
in your back.