"Inhabitants of the waste"

By: Ashley Barnaby

Bring me up to where the skies are bright

Where the happy wonder and the saddened sought

Lowered I remain beneath it all in sight

Reaching out for a taste of things that could

Drained in slow motion; like the sewage we create

Breathing is a chore; for we have no will left

The tears they come naturally; we cannot fight

A mark upon the flesh bids us all nothing

As the heart beats; it pumps the blood shamefully

To live is a sin; for you watch them in envy

May the answers you seek be brought forth

For the questions you ask be why? Just why?

Why must I live in utter misery, whilst others live?

Why must I suffer from reasons that remain unknown?

Why must the heart beat for only one other?

Why must it die for that one other?

Why can't we roam up above the ground;

As we see with an amorous stare?

A craving that cannot be fulfilled

A desire that never fades away

How I loath myself, how I pity me – saddened

Out of reach, out of touch, distantly impaired

The organs within me stay in play for one reason

I breath for one, I beat for one, I live for one

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