Been hearing knocks constantly
I don’t answer the door
Thoughts bunch inside my head
In my heart I fear the worse
Reaper near and I know it
Trembling but I don’t show it
Inside I wanna break down
Outside strong as a capped clown
With a “S” on my chest
Though I’m drowning
People all around me
I seem normal
Conversations with intellectuals and successful folks
Out in public with money as the subject
Soon as I get home my mind wanders
What’s next for me approaching thirty
Yet I feel fifty muscles twitching feet swollen fingers itching
Health problems consume me
Though I’m only twenty five
Still praying to the lord
Never giving up on Him
With one arm and a leg I’d still do the best I can
Kick me while I’m down I’m still never giving in