Chapter 2
Poem 1
Lyrics soar through the sky, traveling far to an unknown destination
Words confusing and intriguing at the same time
The voice of an angel beckons me forward, curiosity taking the wheel
Snooping through the corridors, the words echo through the halls
This language is foreign to me, but still it holds my attention
Stuck in a trance, I round the corner, my eyes darting everywhere
The music grows louder, creating a tsunami of sound
The vibrations from the piano dictate my path
Oh. The waves have crashed over me.
The voice of an angel comes from the body of an outcast
Disappointment encasing my face, curiosity depleted
The colour of her skin and the passion in her voice, a complete contrast
My ears feel cheated
A beauty not worthy of this ungrateful race
These ‘people’ have little grace
Honestly, they should be grateful that we even listen to their pointless case
Why did I trap myself in this hell of a place?!
A deep breath takes control of the wheel
Desert winds, dangerous wildlife, and daunting locals soon a distant, foggy memory
Time won’t control me, I will control time
I was comfortable, I am worthy, I will soon be stronger
Constructing a smile, I return to the patient
Foreign words polluting the clean air
“Thank you, Balanda, for the bä’pali!”
The smile façade is slowly being chiselled away
One patient out, only a brief relief before I am victim to another one
The outcast trudges into the room, her footsteps an oncoming earthquake
Slap! The latex gloves a barrier between the outcast’s filth and my hands
Nerves displayed through her noticeable shakes
A life slipping through quick sand
Eyes lowered, she raises her sleeve, preparing for the next phase
X marks the spot; I come out of my daze
Needle ready, I’m near the end of this maze
Do it right, and you will see through the haze
“Buku-dj… Thank you Miss.” barely escapes her mouth
Her eagerness to leave, comes back to sting her like a wasp
Bang! Clash! Two trains bound on a collision course
Equipment sent flying, hurdling, zooming through the air
The outcast rummages on the floor, picking up the pieces of her mistake
“Watch it!” Patrick glares at her, his eyes ablaze with rage
Like her feet are stuck in cement blocks, she freezes, drops everything, and hastily escapes
“Ape.” squirms out from Patrick’s mouth
This time I freeze.
Inner confliction
Emotions confusing me
Who should I follow?
