Friday, February 11, 2011

Poem 42 of 365

Criminal Static,

Falsely, she is accused of unbalanced retardation, seemingly anger and over emotional with her communication to a point where   blending with the living becomes harder  and harder to   comb to ease.

Packed with her life struggles beside her,  she sits lonely and segregated from the whole outside,  forced away from corner to corner with no one to help her...  I feel the pain and depression her soul cries.

My heart beats harder from the emotion I feel pounding excitement as pictures flash before my eyes.  No one else hears,  everyone fears     her outbreaks will harm them so more and more she is pushed behind.

She is so angry,    so lonely... so sad that we all have what she wants and needs.  It seems she thinks we mock her, laugh at her and her troubles     so that our own problems are mere dreams.

I feel empathy, connecting to the energy her trouble mind release,  I feel her imposed sanity dissolving and hatred for the smooth living mutating,    towards those who act as if they are better then her, better than us      we agree.
I feel the angry out bursts, its all happening again,  my asthma speeds and emotion floods my eyes.  The speed of blood running exceeds my cries and it rain inside once again.

Put down like a dog, detained like an addict.... no longer free in this world in criminal static,    she is hauled away.  With out real cause,   Pounding liquid of sensibilities adjusting.  at last our controlled freedom's contained.

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