by Misheru O'ku
originally published at 12:00PM on Saturday, November 24, 2007

Never again will I stay
Never again will I try
For encouragement is not given
How can you expect to triumph,
With only yourself to lean on,
With only yourself as a guide.
Never to be praised
Yet more to be forsaken by.

Never again will I seek
Never again will I run
Laughter and insolence is all I hear
The worst is what is expected
So the worst is what will be provided.
It’s not a matter of right or wrong
But of what makes me happy

Never again will I speak
Never again will I listen
All doors are closed
Not even one lies open.
Held inside is everthing that has been hoped for
And every shattered dream.
Never again will they open . . . never again.