been walking through this tunnel,
feels my walk is eternal,
still trying to find the light
to clam my freight.
suicidal thoughts,
plague my mind.
like a dead man walking.
can you see the vulture's flocking.
death knocks on my door ,
but my fear,i do not show.
i feel like i'm locked,
behind invisible bars.
"quarantined"
like i contracted "s.a.r.s"
avoided like leper
while this hatred gnaws deeper.
my body is weary,
my feet are heavy,
because of this aimless,endless
wandering,
through these dusty streets.
punting through eddies of dust,
in search of a path,
an answer,
an easy way out.
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