I have never been a mommas boy. My mother and I actually didnt get cool until a very few months before she passed away. However, I could talk to her about certain things that I never was able to communicate with others about. so most of my life has been private and personal. This is an excerpt from my book, and how I still feel often: My home is a steel cage designed to pacify the minds and to control the bodies of a people society(s) have, not the patience to deal with. The world has forgotten me. I am but one of the many, many scars of a nation wrongly governed. I looked to my so-called leaders for guidance, but was ignored. Therefore, I was victimized first. Through ignorance, I committed my crimes and in most situations, attention was my only goal. Twelve people judged me, but they never judged themselves for helping to create what I was. For years I have reviewed my wrongs and I say with conviction, that they do not out way the wrongs done unto me! But, for what I have done, society(s) have set loose a plague upon me. It rakes my soul in agony and stains my pillowcase each and every night with sorrow filled tears. The illness, in which I suffer, is called loneliness. It is silent, deadly, and shows no mercy. Alone, I cannot overcome it. But, if a soul who suffers such as I do comes along, together we will stand against the hellish beast that taunts our souls. But, alas, in my world, miracles seldom happen. So still, and for now… I sit alone
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 13:49:58 +0000
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