ELI

Right hand glued to old wrongs. Left one, penning feelings into new songs. Eyes staring out the only window in the room. Metal bars clinging. Such is this mans history. The lamentations of an convict.  skin stretched over tired bones. He's young & successful, and has nothing to showcase his talent. Written X's that never cross, with unfinished dots on I's. He seeks the prize. The Lamentations of a writer. Her heart beats like drums. Scared. Swollen ankles and upset stomachs; mornings never the same. 5 more months of pain. Story of her life: 16, with child. Untyped periods, lost in bleeding sentences, which run on. She runs on. The lamentations of the pregnant teenager. Their breathing slows down. Making every breath count. Growling stomachs & feverish mornings. Thirst periods because no clean water. Death in the air, fading skin & hair. The lamentations of hungry children of Africa. The...