Enforcers

I smell their presence inside me and they give me a headache

They follow me everywhere soon as I open myself to consciousness

Then my sense of liberty slowly melts down by various contradictions

The way I am is definitely not the way I wanted to be

My clothing is clean yet I am always carrying invisible stains

For these corrosive memories are threats to my pursuit of happiness

When they resurface again, they consume me like opening a wound

Without a sheer courage, they are the forces dragging me down

So my hollow life is still suspended in a compromise

 

Nyi

5.11.2012