The dust of my hometown is locked in my bones,
That place cries for my skeleton, tells me I’m alone.
I’ve been trying to see straight, but the world is a prism.
Welcome twenty first century exorcism.
The shadows keep looking over both of my shoulders.
I trust when they say that my past smolders.
These days simply breathing feel like a punishment.
My status is stained, but I just keep on polishing.
God talks to me, saying he will exercise my demons,
But those bastards will give him the Olympic treatment.
They’ll run miles around him until he is imprisoned.
Welcome twenty first century exorcism.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 