Closed doors

It disgusts me the way you hide those lives that are in a balance of waste. 

My eyes burn in fury and impotence by the ways you close the doors leaving me without help to offer. 

The hollowness in my chest roars at the pains that are felt before the injustice of the stolen freedom. 

And I blame you for all the years that this earth has of life for each minute of suffering we have. 

I spit on you for every curse that History has to offer for how you are abusing us like a dying animal.

You are leaving with the only weapon at my disposal which is to reveal, if you wanted war if you wanted the demon in me to take form and wake up the sleep in my tired bones, there was another way that wasn’t stealing the joy from life. 

I leave you no warning, you don’t deserve my mercy and sympathy when you have taken away my options. 

If the only thing that I still have left is this pain that roars like a tiger in the jungle and hurts with the poison of your actions, prepared to be burn to your foundations, so I can dance in tears of your ashes. 

TA.