I was promised
unknown allies
waiting for me
off the beaten
path.

Now that
I’m beaten..
who’s out there
to dish the beating
back on my behalf?

Where are the beatniks
meant to help me up
when I’m knocked down?

Still boxing with
their shadows.
They can’t seem
to hear the beat
inside the rib
cage of my heart.

I am outside the box
ing ring.. but still
moving on beat.
So they cannot
figure me out.

Why beat around
the bush.. truth is,
what need I have
of gloves.. to land
a knock on heaven’s
door.

God’s always there
to hear me clear
and loud.