There was this hope of living
But where I come from, you learn to soldier on
And really, this is the hell I built with my own two hands.
So here I am
So here I stand
On my own two feet
What will happen when they find me out
When all my fears and demons
Become living beings with a life of their own
Suddenly, all I am is what I have left behind
So the stars know what the moon will never say
And I let the grief mourn and wash my pieces away.
11/26/18 JBW
A Dead Language 