I was in the slums.
Mentally drained and felt no relief.
I tried valiantly to free myself.
But my soul and body were warring with one another,
causing a discord within me.
I would smile then scream,
Become reflective and deprecating.
I need a lil’ bit of-
I need this fog to clear.
This block in my eye.
keeps preventing me from the fly.
Confused at my own thoughts.