I’m sitting in a room,
The walls are cold and harsh as they surround me,
I open my mouth and let out a cry,
It echoes, I listen to it as it fades away,
I close my eyes and I am here,
In the recesses of my mind,
They are cold and harsh and they turn their backs to me,
I watch them turn their backs on me,
I wonder how my own self can turn its back to me,
I open my mouth to let out a cry but my body doesn’t respond,
It is turning against me,
I sit in my mind and cross my legs,
I watch and listen,
I hear whispers and snickers,
I can’t believe my ears. Or whatever it is that I am using now to hear,
It goes silent, I stand, I scream.
I sit back down, nothing, nothing came.
I can’t believe my ears and my thoughts. They vibrate inside of me,
I give in and let myself remember,
I think of those lives, those innocent tears spilled on the streets,
Buildings crashing, screams, terror, I am spilling,
I hear the spilling of blood,
I see the flesh break and the scared eyes,
I reach out and touch,
My hand goes through,
I feel angry but calm,
There will be a chance of vengeance,
They will pay.