eyeball all the different people on the bus; and they are all trying to get off the bus fast; I wonder who has my money.
I yell “give me my money;” and everyone stops what they are doing to stare at me. So who knows which one stealing my money?
Poetry
The Warrior Ticks Like A Time Bomb In My Mind
I keep my marijuana handy
I feel like a child eating candy
My emotions splinter in my mind
Thought patterns that start to unwind
My mind slowly changed
Political activist with ideas deranged
My mind delusional when I smoke a joint
A crippled mind unable to make a point
I remember my first kill
Emotions out of my heart spill
A security report created in my head
Ended with a family man dead
Listening to the voices in my mind
My work improves as I work blind
Team work created decisions in my mind
We argue over killing fighting blind
Feeling more confused day-by-day
I long for my private time when I pray
A brain invaded with parts left dead
My life controlled by the voices in my head
Voices taunting me when I sleep
Sexy words creating fantasies deep
Laugh at me when I sexually unwind
Sending me to war with the ones in my mind
Crying most days feeling entwined
Held prisoner by my shattered mind
I walk around afraid to think
Tears flow from my eyes when I blink
I am sick in the head
One bullet then I’m dead
Afraid my family will see me lie
I never tell them why I cry
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