untold

The sunlight beams uncontrollably
It is a warm November day

I sit staring at parasites
sipping my tea and thinking of my fate

I consider, just for a moment,
what it means to live this way

And I lie to myself
"God's Will" is what I had to say

I give my gift of nothing more

I found I am America's whore

How I miss the Spanish shore

That makes life seem less than a chore

My chicken scratch now becomes a bore

And I feel the hollow center, my core

Is unrelenting, its diminishing, I'm being controlled

Against my will, but I must uphold

What was so dear to me, tenfold

I will not let this life story continue, untold.