Guantanamera

i wasn’t aloud outside
for Silence unspoken King kept me snared (drums sound? war)

i wasn’t fore-given for my sins
King Silence blamed me tucked away aft (er, later? nothing)

dan-sing clouds hidden overhead
melodies mute to me
Theirs to see, There to be

i wasn’t two speak
just to one, i-self my only quiet identity scorned (dent it, wall? iron)

eye wasn’t to sea
blinded salt unseen at wounds, Silence but dry majesty (my jest? Silence's)

clouds cry for my sole
or soul? same one unfeeling mass
Their’s to see, There’s to be

i wasn’t to hear
and yet was, trapped and deaf (death? wish)

i wasn’t bazaar
market of normalcy twisted in Silence’s iron grasp (i run? no)

until i am left, eye am gone
soul is left, sole is gone
re-cyst of spirit
broken
burst
pus
why?

don’t no



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