Elijah James Banuelos
I twisted my neck to the face of wilderness
Riveted on the walls of dismantled happiness
Fixing the wound of my broken serenity
Drowning on a haunted lake of restless agony
Living in a grotto of endless morbidity
Listening to the clamour of a suffering soul
Rendering the frozen crust of my abandoned goal
Hovering around was the spirit of malignance
Beseeching for the lost certainty of benevolence
Wake up! Run! Go away! This is just a dream!
Let it go, I want the sun’s gleam!