Zanzibar

barrly morning light trickling through life’s seams, embracing scents and stressing sounds, after nightmares in my dreaded dreams. Homeless be the wretched, darkness I’m bound. A lonely soul awakening to closed doors and empty rooms, cowering from the brutal and the hands of utmost doom. I cringe to tell the story of panic and much pain and find myself inoculated in the clasps of the oldest chains. At the door of no return, I pause while looking at yesteryear, Weeping red tears as old dreams were never to appear. He painted me with sorrow, a mind confused at best and left me in the gallows to reap such brutal tests. Paranoia took the forefront and crazy became my name, stocking like a madman I played a ruthless game. Bullets, knives and daggers, weapons of choice I killed them fast and easy, no murmurs, no voice. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: Aug.26/2015