My Eyes are closed

MY EYES ARE CLOSED

Heart turning, eyes filled with saline

Cheeks stained with years of pain

Surrounded by a world of grief, and mental

anguish

Can no longer sleep

I’ve been wronged!

By a premised virtuous arm, better yet, a hand

The stenographer’s husband,

was the prosecutor’s man

Facts!!!

Can’t shut my eyes,

every time my lids close

I can see dead folks

They are chasing me…

It seems like my friends want my soul

I don’t know if I should close my eyes

And just let go?

Cause here I’m hurting…

I’m floating above

Sanity!

Drifting below…

Insanity!

Tip toeing on the edge of…

Humanity!

My mind is lost, trapped somewhere beyond

this wall

I want to go, catch-up to my faculties

But I’ve been wronged by the court’s faculty

The stenographer stole from me

Dispatched by who?

I wonder?

I hunger for information

However, my searches always return vacant

I’m left as if asunder

I’m scared

Because I fear, that the day will come

When I become complacent

With this house of Satan

So, I cry

The tears that run down my face are alive

They speak words of discouragement as they

secrete

Give up… it’s over… the truth will never be

Known

I came here young, now I’m grown

Growing old

In a short time, I witnessed this place

take a dozen souls

I’m shaking cause this place is so cold

This place is turning my heart to coal

The stenographer played a role

Placing me in this morbid hole!

If I close my eyes, I will be sent to dwell

With my guys, who I miss dearly

My eyes are closed!

Farewell,… forever, truly yours!

-By Kory “Hussain” McClary

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