A Prison Filled With Smoke

 I drew with a pencil

that broke in the middle

I drew with the shorter half

that choked on the riddle

I knew it was going to be harder

to hide my fiddle

I drew on top of a scar

that had been ripped open too far

I drew the stitches

to cover the leakage

in rage I made the lead to break

I drew dark glasses

to hide my eyes

from lies that cover my face

I drew empty classes

where I teach freedom

I knew no one would come

and take the risk that it encompasses

I drew the bucket 

that has holes everywhere

I drew the station

that never sees a train

only the pain of everything

passing right through the empty tracks

I drew a relation

that is always in tension

what should I say

how should I pay

what should I do not to stay

I drew a blanket

to cover my soul

I drew a bullet

to destroy the ghoul

I knew someone will call me out

I knew someone will shout

I drew a chair

where I can sit

and think about being fair

I drew a floor

filled with gravity of good time

smoke gathered around me

suddenly, I became a

part of the drawing

I choked coughing

I wasn't able to draw

the clawing

tried to scratch the door

but the score was unsettling

without the handle

I knew death

was sore

I drew a prison

trapped myself

alone with

the reasons

that still

kept me alive