Bloody Cloth Of A Ghost – Day 208, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

A ghost town full of what seems to be apparitions trapped in a vessel they despise.
Pounding in both ears is a silence arising while I stare into their eyes as,
I steer clear from saying a word.
I try to wave and say hi,
But,
What I get back is a stare more hypnotizing than death’s,
Yet,
I shrug it off and make sure to hold back the urge,
Of saying what I’ll regret later as I focus on what’s best for am Earth,
Withering away…

So,
I move on,
To the next open mic with an open heart,
Hoping to get along with another,
But,
All I get is a head nod,
Signaling to keep my distance while I utter,
Laughter for a coward.
No other choice,
Besides doing the same,
And,
Shower everybody with a poem etched from the deepest parts of my soul,
In a world gone cold…
As I keep it hot with another bar I uphold,
In my character…

If others think I’m unkind for giving them the cold shoulder I was given,
So be it!
Who’s making sure if I’m okay other than a pen weaving,
A smile on the face of a man bred by a cloth no one has seen,
Nor felt,
In what seems to be an age leaving everyone in stitches?
All I see and hear is a hell cluttered by manniquiens too afraid to move their lips,
When they’re in front of others just a tad bit different,
From who they are in the inside…

Or,
Come to think of it,
Maybe,
I’m just reslly shy.
To say anything to anyone in a life,
I was made to feel bad for.
Overprotective of an inner-child I refuse to let down,
Like I have before.
Only lord knows the struggle it’s been to get back on my feet,
No matter how worn out they are…