truth
by o11ie
Posted: Wednesday, August 9, 2006 Word Count: 100 Summary: I was feeling sorry for myself, it was tragic, there was violins, over eating and well you get the picture. So I wrote this, in an attempted to get some perspective on my life. |
Imagine waking up
To broken glass
And pounding ears
No medicine
Or clean water
For your broken spirits
Imagine waking up
To a locked door
And the sound of keys
No long walks
Or smiling women
To liberate you
Imagine waking up
To a strange language
And the guns of foreign men
No understanding
Or compassion
To hold onto
Imagine waking up
To a kick in the ribs
And a snarling dog
No cup of tea
Or kiss on the cheek
To warm you
Imagine feeling grateful
For the things you’ve got
And letting go of the things
You’ve not
To broken glass
And pounding ears
No medicine
Or clean water
For your broken spirits
Imagine waking up
To a locked door
And the sound of keys
No long walks
Or smiling women
To liberate you
Imagine waking up
To a strange language
And the guns of foreign men
No understanding
Or compassion
To hold onto
Imagine waking up
To a kick in the ribs
And a snarling dog
No cup of tea
Or kiss on the cheek
To warm you
Imagine feeling grateful
For the things you’ve got
And letting go of the things
You’ve not