Jean Lafitte Museum Thibodaux

I WILL NOT BE THE SAME AS THE OTHER


Needles hurt,
deep.
It bleeds my agony. Welcome
other injury.
Life walks,
asks me to follow,
but I will not be the same.

I will search the skies.
clamor for my soul. You will travel a thousand
Deserts.
I cry with no calm.
beg my return.

A Tunnel Fire,
marked my departure.
I do not see,
I will not be the same.
On The Moon I see, and there
remember, my wound
walking. Neither

thousand,
I can compare.
Not in a thousand seas,
can find me. Another

wound
mark me life.
Pain, Output Signal.
I do not look any further, I do not see
.
I will not be the same.