sealed womb

yeah! it's cold outside
alone in the zone,
prone to fall short
cuz whats inside,
death, pain, regret, no respect &
absent checks;

miserable years minus dried tears
ashamed of the path chosen,
tired of the faking and shaking,
attempting to locate lost soul
amongst the clutter and dust,
stuck in disgust, no one to actually trust;

thrust into heart felt situations
without contemplating 2morrows spent dollar,
only hear whats read while eyes lack the red;

clear mind allows words to infiltrate
the pen's flame, burning flesh like
halitosis breath (hot);

no time for male cows manure, but
that's where the body resides when rest
consumes tired eyes;
reminders of songs sung
and stories of fabricated lies false alibi's;

memory returns from lack of t-h-c's burn,
the check bouncer, but named the culprit;

couldn't be further from the truth,
returned to the boot to only locate misery
for three, sleeping on covered cushions,
blinded by false prisms and unfollowed wisdom,
but thank God, for sealing her womb...
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