A Clueless Trade

I can’t give out a talk

Without being taught.

I’ve lost my words

While I was jumping through

different worlds. And

Have they ever stopped

From shooting the acts

And try cutting us some slack?

Why is it always us being forced

To do the unwilling to be

Called by our sobriquet?

Are we even redeemed!

All I knew was that I didn’t

Wish for the lamps to go

Off by morning and turned

On by night.

I just had to close the curtains

And hope for the rest to fall.

Oh my acquiescent mind

What have you accused me of.

More than the pain of

Souls a light grew larger

And got even sadder.

On the verge of a cliff

It drew a map – an

Overwhelming figure –

Piece by piece

It stroke like

Grass growing greener.

The life I fought for

Tugged me back

Where my shadow

Ends for the

Border of heaven

I lived.

#poem