Stomping through my pain
Thrashing my head to rid my thoughts of its brutality
I throw my hands in the air not as a sign of defeat or surrender
But as an embrace
Embracing the nothingness, Receiving the rhythm from my feet
I welcome the adrenaline pulsing within my blood
Then my body takes over
Over the silence my heartbeat soars to new heights
Its loud thuds overrides the loud drums of my song
My eardrums are assaulted by the pressure of my rushing blood
My chest tightens with every breath I take
My lungs burn
A metallic taste fills my dry mouth
My throat closes up
My whole body is on fire
sweat runs down my back
My muscles are weakening
my joints are hurting
my eyes are shut
My head is light ,
I'm seeing red and black,
I cant squeeze another breath into my lungs
My limbs are going limp
It has gone silent
my head hits the dirty concrete floor
Through it all I dance
My soul is sown into my flesh
My spirit fights to escape my demons
The rhythm beneath my sole is my only anchor
So I dance
YOU ARE READING
My Black Song
RandomAfrican pride Hope Tears Joy Black -we wear our hearts on our sleeves hoping one day we will change the world's cold hearted or maybe finally be happy with the way the world is obviously doomed to be-
