movement inside my head
like a call, a cry
a will to survive.
The yearning soul, speak,
Actualize the internal.
Give voice to that unheard,
flight to the forgotten.
For they beat me down lower
and my feet walk slower
down that path of misdirection.
Expectations amiss.
My soul shouts to the sky
why am i
here, why do they deny
me but there is no reply
Following
