I Am Home Again.

As i sit in my desk staring at a
blank sheet of arithmetic
Trying to be completely unaware
of what is going on not so far away.

I hold it all in,
forcing my anger to stay within a small cage.
Anger, fear, sadness, still to this
day I am not aware of what it truly is.

That's is the reason I try
to drawn it all in never ending
seas of fornication, drugs,
and violent literature.

That is why I try endlessly to break
those who do not deserve it.
And to those who do not deserve it,
I only try my best to keep you as far away from me.

I sit here now in a pool of discontent,
waiting for just one hand to follow once more.
Sometimes I wish I never followed you at all,
you were to good of a leader.

Now I strive to be you, hoping i no longer
have to scrape the dirt off of the dirty ocean floor.
Hoping that I can dig myself up from a deadly past
that is this whole filled with endless amounts of sand.

I know your hand will reach out to me,
and pull me out of a place were I am to scared to stray from.
I know your hand will reach out to me,
and I will be greeted with the words "I am home again."