Stormed

Thunder rumbles
cracks
peels
back my insignificant skin to
rattle the meaninglessness in my bones and
scatter the uncertainty of my soul.

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Serving 30 Years to Life

My body
is a prison
incarcerating
an innocent soul
suffocating
on the means of survival
imposed by this sick society.

And I don’t want it anymore.

I don’t want this skeleton.
I don’t want these muscles and organs that keep it together.
I’m tired of trying to keep it together.

I am so tired
of trying to find ways to cope
with an illness that has an obvious cure.

But they withhold it
and shove pills down my throat instead
so that my body stays alive
while my soul’s as good as dead.

Still, you can hear the agony
radiating from my eyes
and see the fever
emanating from my skin.

I am not this body.
I am not this prison.

I am the soul
withering within.

©2013, Stavroula Harissis