My Natural Remedy

Written originally on August 12, 2005.

I cut off my ears to hide from the sound.

Your endless mindlessness has me on the ground.

On my knees I silently weep

Begging to be cured of your verbal disease.

Gray clouds are my refuge

Professing that nature is on my side.

Trails of tears and rain wash my face

Cleansing me of my impurities.

I watch as they swirl in a monotonous puddle.

(The water reflects the color of my soul.)

I am desperate for my heart to be opened,

Free from the chains and locks that protect it from joy,

But the key is now unknown to me-

Hidden beneath chains of its own.

Perhaps I may hold it on the morrow,

But for now I shall hold onto the rain,

And ignore the pollution that mirrors mine own.

It washes my soul as clean as the smog.

This is my man-made natural remedy,

For I may never escape from his reign.