Chris Skiles
BOW DOWN
THAT was probably a mistake I made too late in my life
At an early age let out of the cage to thrive.
What is life? that I may ask—
The question, as to why I’ve had to kiss so much ass.
To success I’ve been near. But there are
Some questions you do not ask here.
Led out of class to tears and fears;
To sharpened pencils and sharper jeers.
Let on the bus
Not allowed to cuss any at home
Left to fucking deal with my frustrations alone.
Trapped inside my own home
I often worried and wondered why
Asking God, looking up at the sky
With ashes’ rain coming down.
But I like the rain; however I do not like the pain
Of the sun beating down
On my brow
Made to the God I thought to know
Forced to Bow Down.