Scoma - Penal Colony

I’m missing

The hole

Where the day stopped.

I’m running

From the light

From the street

The past unfolds in droves and unwinds

Keeping in the mold

A blindside

Forayed into eyes as black as tar

Ducking the scoma

I’m kissing

The ground

Under brown fog

I stumbled

To your arms

To be freed

Propped me up to be stung by their darts

I never considered prejudice

The unknown turned to hatred in the click of a sigh

Ducking the scoma

I’m handcuffed in revulsion

Turned away

And I’m fighting

The need

To relapse

Propped me up to be stung by their darts

I never considered prejudice

The unknown turned to hatred in the click

Of a sigh

Ducking the scoma.