I’m crippled by the crushing pressure on my chest,
There is no longer a shoulder for which my head rest.
No longer arms to shield me from the torment,
No longer ears to hear me as I lament.
No longer a heart that resonates with mine,
Yet the world hears my cries and tells me I’ll be fine.
This wine no longer numbs my pain,
Love can’t be tamed by disdain.
I no longer retain all that I aspire to be,
All I hope is to one day be free.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016