I pull up a wall right <br /> in your face- Are you <br />assailing it with bulldozers? <br />Nay, you drain my sap <br />but your profile neurosis <br />gives you less strength than this wall <br />you earn your daily bread with my sap- <br />treat me like an ecologist would a tree <br />but all you do: <br />my colourful shiny grey mixed cloud <br />is twisted squeezed and pushed <br />into a straight life box <br />i do not want to live in a box <br />i want to expand - experience new <br />skies airs waters <br /> <br />bolts well up inside <br />churn my guts- <br />sad sour i face <br />you - i am not with you <br />as you maim me cut me <br />trample on me shred me <br />you say you help me and <br />change of old behaviour <br />hurts- why not give energy <br />to build up great things <br />instead of harrassing me <br />with everyday banality<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mixed-cloud/
