A Taste We Have None

When all that is left is lashing out

When you're already juggling misery and discontent

When you're dreams are a stab wound

I did this for you.

Please take away my speech and my hearing

Please take my site and my taste

Please take the feelings as they spill

Leave me in the cracks.

And 28 years have come and nearly gone

And sadly I've nothing much to show of them

And if I live another day and another day

Just let me have it real.

Lift these empty spirits.  Bring the real clarity.  Cut right to the point.  Give me the bleeding edge.  Let me take the burdens on.  Patience, Knowledge, understanding, wisdom,... love.  

Forgive me a wretched man.