Golem

So I wake up

The sun not even up yet

To spread her glorious

Golden fingers across

Mother Earth's body.

The dirt falling off of me

Clinging onto dear life

As I just finished sleeping

And began to walk.

The others drag along

And I just hid myself

Among the other workers

Who are in anguish

From the physical abuse

That they must endeavor,

That we all must endure.

Yet, I feel not

I am without that burden

Or am I the one who lost

Since I will never feel a touch

The sensual hand that carresses

My hardened exterior

That has nothing penitrate it.

I see others snuggle together

Their bodies entertwained

As they embrace each other

Becoming one with one another

While I am trapped in a walking tomb

For none comes for me

None looks at me

They ignore me

And keep living their life

Never wondering about my life

And how it must feel

To be me.

Who would think of that

When one's life is so good

With the friends

The girl

And the family to boot.

I alone must suffer in

This insanity of mine

Until the end of days arrives

To put me out of my misery.

Maybe then will I feel

Maybe I will feel joy

Or maybe happiness

Or more likely sorrow

Of never having felt anything before,

And living without a voice

To speak my thoughts

To share who I am

With another so that

I may get to know another

Instead of the cold treatment

That is recieved everyday.

Now I fall asleep

Were dreams never go

And all that exists 

Is the endless black pit of hell.