The User

Another day with shackled hands,
I was sprawled on one corner,
Downpour forms in my head,
Again I felt stronger.

So strong I banged my skull,
‘Til I bleed and pained,
Benumbed, there’s no stopping,
‘Til the walls are crimson-stained.

Mirrors brought me terrors,
For a black being stares back,
Seeing his eyes of anguish,
While he’s hidden and locked.

And another shot for my body,
To ease away the pain,
I’ll stitch my open wounds,
And I’ll wash myself in rain.

I hurled out of the window,
Crushing again the fragile body,
And the pain came back,
But run out of remedy.

I lay rigid on the ground,
Pushing the dark away,
And rain showered my face,
On a peaceful night of gray.

I dug deeper with my back,
Smoking the last scent of my grass,
Waiting for the last layer of dirt,
And I embraced myself at last.