SURVIVOR
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Once again thrown back
Open eyes only seeing
black
A life of rejection
Without affection
Cold without other seasons
Put down without reasons
Open wounds bleeding
Starved no time for feeding
Chained to the wall
No one hears my call
Inside I feel fear
Face stained by tears
Where did I go wrong?
Why don’t I belong?
I don’t want to just give up
I drink from the cup
Poison filled to the brim
Weakens each limb
Though I stay alive
I wonder why?
Each day I try
But don’t get far
Grit on the ground
Which reeks of tar
fuelled filled cans
Waiting to explode
Laying waiting on the road
I hear the traffic coming
Sounds rumbling
But I survive another day
As they go another way
This tells me I have to survive
I will stay alive
And one day
My troubles will fade
© Fiona Cummings
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