a part of an essay i wrote...

Life seems to be a game to us, we pick and chose the pieces we want to use and them push them in. Only, to realize that it was not a game anymore, once someone dies. Then, we open our eyes to reality and see what we are really doing to people. Showing that the life these men were living was practically Hell; and we had no idea it was happening.

My pain

A flame
That burns in me
Bursts
Thought out my mind
scorching, angry, and hard
it fills me
like the morning sun
it only rises higher,
rushing
through out my veins
killing me
slowly
like razor blades
down my back
this pain
trapped inside
the tiger in a cage
can’t escape
until we find
the key
to my
sanity.