SNAFU

They brought him home
From the womb
Back to the WORLD
Tossed loose into the CITY
Confused battered senses
Senseless
So much to hear
To see
So many smells different people everywhere everything everyone
Overwhelming
Screaming
Horns honking
Blaring radios bass beats dropping
Lights flashing
Everyone everyone everyone talking talking talking
When will it stop?
Everything getting so small
Subdivided mind into a singularity dichotomy
Compressed like the eyes squeezed shut
Hidden deep away in small back room
Windows nailed shut
Painted black covered with foil
Door triple locked chair wedged under door knob
Weapons and traps hidden everywhere
Bible verses and juvenile curses
Carved into the walls
Desperate search through the desert of a madman’s lost mind
Trying to find
Peace
Quiet
Salvation

Forgiveness

©workingclassproduction.com, 2014

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