St. Dunghill
She awoke again to the scorching sun
Looking up to the Gods, searching for a face
Giving up hope, as the sun-rays elope
In this battle of life, only the lucky ones won.
With her eyes closed, she imagines a life
Filled with freedom inside her chest
Where her mind was at peace and her body at rest
Hallucinating in hunger, she asks her God, will she survive?
She awoke again to the cloudy sky
The clouds were white but her tears were brown
Covered in mud, covered in dust, the princess of St. Dunghill with her tinfoil crown
As her hunger burned her chest and thirst still not quenched, she would rather live a lie.
She awoke again screaming to the clear skies
Have you forgotten? Are you there? Are my screams still too feeble for you to care?
Surrounded by disgust, surrounded by misfortune, the pain was her only heir
She was drained, she was ready with dejection so she said the boxes her final goodbyes.
Awoken with raindrops, awoken with a loudness from the sky
Is this how water tastes, will this quench my thirst?
The earthen tattoos glide away, revealing her olive skin, so beautiful yet cursed
With calmness all around, she looks up to the rain, with a bloody lip she smiles...
" even with nothing, my faith will never die".
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