victoria.mogolis
She was plagued with her pain,
Reverberating through her soul.
Every breath was a broken gasp,
Every step, seemingly on glass.
I was growing a garden,
One filled with childish hopes and dreams.
Then, at the peak of my age,
I found that the garden that I had tended,
Was trampled with generations.
Now,
You see,
Society has changed us.
Salesmen are now the worshipped,
And the pastors the wronged.
Who knows what will happen next,
Maybe we'll be speaking dog.
She claims she feels no pain,
That society has no effect on her.
Yet, red lines scatter along her body,
And a thinning body screams for help.
See past her lies,
She needs your help.
I think of a time,
Where every man is alive,
Where dreams flourish,
And nothing dies.
I think,
Because I am human.
The wall,
Closing in on your soul,
A desperate scream,
Begging for the door to open.
The wall,
Your mind,
All is
The same.