Difficult



Posted by Michael J. Washington (AKA Street Poet) on August 15, 19106 at 19:14:54:

Difficult


Sleeplessness addles the brain
Sometimes there seems to be unnecessary pains
And the simplicity of everyday strains
Pours down like salt on my wound
How do I express my stress?
When at best it only seems
Iím kicking a dead horse
And of course my speech only digs the grave quicker
And the blood that runs from my hands runs thicker
And another piece of me is sullied yet again
It seems to me a curse
And a sin of shame
And the physical exertion
Life only makes me colder and I seem to lose more and more emotion
Who can I express this to?
My mother seems to want to return to being a slave
My father tries but is very narrow
My family has its own politics and clicks
And to me at times itís all shit
The truth is like most of the world I am damaged, estranged, and alone
I feel like the kid who lost his flash light on his way home
The calm before the storm is gone
And Iím forced to fight it on my own
Thatís my mentality
I walk the tight rope of life without a net
The only problem is that the world has soaked the line with gas and at each end my choices hold torches
Do you quit or weather the flame
There is no choice of course
I waste no more time on pain
When I die
There will be nothing in this world that I wished Iíd have tried
So let the choices burn and try their best to bring me down
Let the storm beat upon me til there is only a shell of my former self remaining
But unwavering Iíll hold course


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