Blitz - Poem

Blitz

I play alone

I play hard stone

My heart is pumping between my bones

I am so dry as dry as the desert itself

There is money involved in the mix

I am hard leathered self

Why? Why me?

Every chosen one seeks for an answer

The certainty of things is like a mind’s cancer

I beg you please don’t stop

My mind is full but my body is still sturdy

I am heavy with the thought

But God, oh God

I know there is an end to the misery of self

Once the universe treats me right

I will awaken to be a normal man in-between hordes of sleeping zombies

Adam Prockstem Smith