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