Blackball Poem by Von Odtujan

i.
After all that came upon, every morning feels heavy
left with shred, abscess, and agony

fateful moment of other boys, came along with begrudge
will he ever make a progress, elbow grease, the room is full of fog

ii.
Perhaps, we can argue that he is the blackball
that altered into human body full of blighted hope

besprinkled dreams, like Walter Mitty that falls

and there's nothing left to adhere to, other than impaired rope



iii.

he's just a boy, living in this green grass world

devoured by despair

blur distinction of mind, thoughts that twirled

achromic life filled with dejection, a destructing snare

aide-moi