Ricochet!

Ricochet

And they keep on bellowing but I can’t hear what they saying

Perhaps should cry but what are tears to pain

I turn into the prey of whispered thought but far away from insane.

The cold words came but was clichés and resounded

My ears were barricaded with inches of rebound

“You are too much a burden for the ground!”

“Ricochet!” the rumors demanded

“Be yourself!” the tale whispered

“Unfriend your fall!” in my thoughts I heard.

Unfitted love shot me down to the ground

And lovetown is no place to wear fitting frowns

Suddenly I was airless

Surrounding the begging soul were hearts of careless

“Be fearless!” an external wind blew into my mind in earnest

A Stoned crowd, mob without thoughts

Merciless abound, torture with sobs

But my tenderless will to thrive

And the suspension of inability to survive

Rented to me an new life

Gunshots from short ranges

Machine guns with rhythmic sound changes

Arrows out of their quivers

Brought survival to zeros

Wait! I have been imprisoned in a bullet proof gown

Emblazoned in gift of revival worth than pound

So to make me loose, cut it down

Unexpectedly the first blow into my diaphragm

The sky was dancing like diagrams

But that was the remainder that to stay down is death

My efforts, my muscles and I, turned deaf

Rarely, the farthest strength at birth 

Lend to me the unfathomable sheath

Another blood drips into the ground

Gathering both the bigger and tiny particles of sand

Tiny blizzards of pains running in inside the wound and around

Greater pains converging like pins in the chest abound

Blood oozing so quicker than time could count

All the broken scattered pieces

And beautiful world with its gathered species

And I an insignificant aspect of the whole

Down on the sand with nothing to hold

Punched down with precision of heavy blows

The crown of fury and curvy fate came in rows

Nothing other than myself could make me bold

With tiny sharp stones on the ground offering their battery

I rented a suite of breathe from my left artery

Yes my last outreach

Beyond which no shadow of vivacity exist

After which noetic science can prove life exit

The self just stood still

Two people from lovetown mimed on a thoughts hill

“This one is unlike the others, he can’t be killed!”

The self in me I knew nothing about pushed me

“Move on, you are up now!”

Then to that self I avowed

“You cannot be devoured

For you are stronger than the ground and crowd

Be the self in you

Ricochet!”