The great I am

by Michael Latsky   Nov 6, 2015


When you were younger you girded yourself and walked where you wished; but when you are old, you will stretch out your hands, and another will gird you and carry you where you do not wish.

The tunnels of black gowned masks lurking
around the edge of the weak invested outcast captive building were nothing enjoys life and sick and violent men destroy without end.

Hours of hard work days on end destroyed by
men not knowing that lack of respect will get them no where. Wrestling one another and experience the pain in and on your bones is the only enjoyment you sense.

Curiosity that's confined to 3 foot of total cramped and hidden brick of gravity drawn up brick. Lack of fresh air is the order of each day, the funniest joke is that we all stuck here together and being told that you been watched and know exactly what you thinking, days go by with no hope to see a team that totally forgot about you.
How do they know if they cant see you yet everyone is in on to break you.

Snow outside and no chance to touch it, black teeth and understandable foreign language men pacing up and down running with clothing sliding from there belts, not one person enjoying French fries or even a coke.

At least their is one tall tree growing strong yet for the next guy to wonder about, we really all need the Lord right now.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Cindy

    So much pain contained within this piece.
    I can only imagine what the writer is going through. This poem brought me to tears.
    Good job!
    Take care Cindy

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