This poem is borne of the frustration of existence I think every person encounters in their life. For me it is being a poet unheard and being in a world so undernourished in spirit. I think with more spirit we could all connect better instead of all the physical stuff blocking our view.



I didn't come here to win

I didn't come without sin

I fell and that's my fate

So you go on and guard that gate

I'm going nowhere 'til I hear a voice

Calling my name above the noise

I'm ready to go when it is my time

Too long I've been grounded for a crime

There was never forgiveness on this path

God forever has engaged His endless wrath

I'm tired of all this negative shit

All these zombies without a wit

Never shall I be one of them

Don't ever drop me here again!


   Ciera S. Louise c. 09/02/05