A Cry for Justice

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!