• parchedllama 23w

    Hazards

    These wires of guilt
    Push me off at risks
    My body unwilling to partake
    Mind spiraling out of control
    Sidled into harm's way
    No tests I can fly
    With my colours and pride
    Then questions embarrassing
    Faced with prejudice
    Now I slowly wait
    For a final resting place
    To lay this ravaged body down
    And mind finding its peace
    For no fault of its own.
    ©parchedllama