STUCK

stuck

stuck....stuck in a rhytmn

that's going no where

gripped by fear

should I dare

to question

my pace

my place

in this race

for award

reward 

my efforts

give me the cup

to sup 

of the dreams

i should follow

sprinkle the

path

with fairy dust

click red heels

feel the wind

at my back

blow 

blow away

the nightmare

of fear 

my dreams

are black

are back

to the crack

of the whip

on this nigger's back

C.A.Corbin 

Copyright 2012