From A Sparrows State Of Mind; Anguish Poem by Jacob Nambe

If my state of mind were to be reflected on skin,
Blood would be the ink i'd use
As am choked to a point beyound which, words loose meaning
My strenght lies in my imagination of a place nature calls home, and my present dare not dwell

Whatever happened to good mornings and beautiful bright days..
Oh yes, they are but wishes
Wishes so great i cant afford to give nor take, as i might curse in the end
Scorn on the most familiar faces, or is that my reflection..
Rejection from the hands that gave life, to this, everest an ant hill..

Bitterness so profound am afraid the earth wont swallow..
What then is my fate..
If nature spits out and the birds spurn.

Silent flowing waters through my soul
Gently, slowly taking all bile with its flow
That in a thousand years, when clean though cold

Into the arms of life will i speed
Far from this present, sweetness is all there would be
Home at last, where all is at peace and green

Smiling, though unfamiliar faces
Content, waking to the sight of daisys
Good morning to all will i say
For it will indeed be a beautiful bright day.