I am an animal
a person.
I am a poet.

Something is definitely
stifling me
oppressing me
chaining me!

I feel caged
shackled
imprisoned.
My hands are tied
my feet are weighed down
by a heavy stone.
Something wants to...
wrestle the sword
and the whip from me.
They already took my arrows.
They already took
my armor and my mask.
My claws are broken
my fangs harnessed.

I have been snatched
my soul has been snatched
my heart impaled
with a roughshod stake.
I am not dying
and not living.
I am merely surviving.
This is murdering...
my inspiration.

This which harms me now
is not from nature.
My mother nature loves me.
She revives me when I falter
comforts me when I suffer
I love her
I love her
I love her!

My poetry reveals the wrong.
She and science, whip and sword
they always light and cut
the path that my feet tread.
They are trembling
pointing and trembling
with anger
with fury
with horror.
What is it?

The enemy is camouflaged
I am in the open
I am being herded towards a chasm
I cannot see it
The enemy is flooding my senses
rendering me helpless
enticing me with the things I yearn for
pulling a secret string
drawing me nearer and nearer
beckoning softly
an ambush
a traitor
I am blinded
the night used to be my day
now it is no longer
the enemy has a goal
to have me destroy myself
I cannot see the enemy
driving me crazy
cracking at my homeostasis
sucking away my energy
too much...
it is too much
I collapse.
The chasm.
I have made the enemy stronger now
I have fed the enemy whip
given the enemy my sword.
Rage.
I am in pain.
Solitude.
Awareness.
Noooooo!
It cannot be...
my loves.
Aaarrrggghhh!
Leave not.
I love you.
Aaaaaaaaaa!
Roar!

Not you. Not you. Not you.

Betrayal. Betrayal

Knife in my back
poison in my blood

Deceit. Deceit. Deceit

Stay away. Go away. Death. Biohazard.

Twisted. Twisted soul. Twisted soul.
Enraged.

Stay away. Live.
Your hands not help our enemy
nor help any of its two twisted souls.

Liar. Liar. Liar. Enemy liar.

Nor help any of its two faces.

Nor help any of its two faces.
Pain. Surcease.
Liberation.

Nature. Mother. Help me.
I am kept away from you
by a glass cage
cannot break it
bones ache from trying
it is woven from lies
The enemy shows me a mirage of you
Mother Nature
I smack myself against the glass
My heart
is broken.
Tears stream from
my eyes.

Shriek
by Cindy Aixmar Salgado