BY ALESSANDRO CASTELLANI

Locked away 

in my dark room 

staring into space 

fixed on my suffering 

caused by kicks and humiliation 

literally and emotionally

Alone 

I find myself 

seizing my lament

that has taken every moment

in my life 

Shame 

is my mask 

as I am the weak prey 

of the pack 

that destroy my dreams

that never tire

Every day

from the break of dawn 

fear is my kingdom 

and I feel scorn 

for all humans 

Kicks and slaps 

ignorant jokes 

from the few

that seem so many 

Yes 

because nobody does anything 

and no one understands 

that what destroys the soul 

could just be spit in your food 

A wicked world 

lies ahead of you 

or behind you 

Silence 

in this valley 

that never looks over your

shoulders 

Heartache and suffering 

from my own embarrassment 

with an insane desire 

to throw myself from the balcony

But I do not want the wolves of the pack 

to have their victory 

my life 

is worth more

than their dirty hands 

So I let out a scream 

from my locked room 

and through the cracks of the balcony window 

the message travels 

far away 

I am now free 

in my tears 

I ask for help 

to find the key 

to my flower 

locked

in this box of pain

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