Get It OutWhatever it is caged in my chest.
I want it put to rest.
I want it dead and gone and out.
And I want it gone right now.
Because it's eating me alive.
Making my ribs burn into beehives.
Stinging at my heart and lungs.
How could I have been so dumb?
I'm working and working for no pay.
Sitting in darkness only to hope for day.
Why do I work so hard for a burning light?
Reaching up to something a mile in height?
I'm trying to catch up with something a constant 10 miles away.
But what it really trully is, I will never say.
Because it's not one thing, nor two, not even three.
But something I never thought it could ever be.
So I'll continue to fight these killer bees.
And look for something to set them free.
Because they're starving like a homeless on the street.
And they're stuck with dead flowers and caged with no honey.