Can I See the Catholic Priest?

Lost in a mass confusion of my own making.

Four walls trapped me inside.

There is no way out.

An internal rage.

That keeps growing

Until finally it will burst.

Seeking out the negative attention,

Getting none.

Throw some choices in my face.

None are very good.

One I will win.

One I will lose.

Needing to find peace of mind

And a piece of hope,

But it is not here.

I must seek refuge from the cold, hunger-filled night.

The night so cold it has killed a 1,000 men.

Raped a 1,000 women.

Can I speak?

Do I dare tell the true meaning of my words?

Or will I meander aimlessly until my dieing day?

DOA 1996