Handicapped

My pocket is screaming,

it's loud enough for the ears of a mammoth to hear.

My mind is dreaming,

but my dreams are surrounded

by a smoke that's always near.

My heart is hurting,

it hurts because it needs so much

more than what I allow it.

My eyes are on fire,

there are things and faces that

I see, majority because I browse it.

My feet are cripple,

I drag myself to places that I love,

My tongue just ripples,

not even understanding where I come

from.

My hands feel empty,

yet there's no more room for me to hold,

but my ears are listening,

my body will fight whilst doing

what it's told.