My mind is divided split in portions of five and is served
chilled and frosted for the world to devour.
Attached to my hands are fingers, which are numbed solid as
they crack and peel, while pounding the keyboard as it translates these thought
filled words.
I wonder how in this world, where money is worshiped and
sanctified does a poor man stand a chance in this merciless arena called life.
All I have to give is located in the upper left portion of this
earthly vessel, which sits inside a cavity of tissue surrounded by tissue and
bone, however even my heart becomes hardened as the density of stone.
Who has an ear to hear the mangled story of my life, which contains
shattered and fragmented pieces of memories that are stored within the corridors
of my consciousnesses.
By -LM Akins
