With the clouts hurled behind <br />your sanguine impositions <br />I have awaken completely <br />from the dream that you people <br />injected into the antics of <br />my ponderous comatose, but <br />those knuckles can only bleed <br />and break against the steadfast <br />concrete wall of my quiescence <br />accepting your jabbing filth <br />like how I had always been <br />before your star crossed <br />my misanthropic detachment.<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awaken-9/
