Hostage to Hostility
I’m a hostage to hostility; A vulture hungry for the hope which died inside of me, I’m so tired of me.
My stomach hangs heavy as hatred infiltrates my blood.
My palms become sweaty whilst I try to ignore the flood
Of piercing pain
Surging through my veins
Like an ear—splitting scream; all that breaks through the numbness—
Here I go again.
(2013)
