I am completely unable
To remain mentally stable
Fully incapable
As my severed mind is killed by Cain like Abel
My essence still hangs on by a very thin cable.
For too long I’ve lived the life of a possum
But now I want to grow, bloom & blossom
Become something and be something and do something nice
Not live a life three times twice
Be either a man or three blind mice
Simultaneously
Can’t you all see
That I am always fighting with me
Never with glee
But seeking to free from within and outside of me
But outside circumstances beyond my control
Make me lose control
Even more than I already know
Losing my path and my flow
I was like a river but now I don’t know
Where I should go?
Up or down stream?
As I scream
Can anyone or anything see the shine from my gleam?
The gleam of the miniscule light that I bare
Does anyone see it and does anyone even care
That I wanna share?!
Am I a part of the wheat
Or a part of the tare?
Is God watching me do the things I do?
If so then why hasn’t he blessed
Only caused or allowed vexation & stress
Nearly had my heart collapse & stop in my chest
No longer do I know the meaning of rest
I have no rest day or night
Sounds like a verse that I was able to rehearse
Somewhere in the bible word
Can’t sit here and curse the verse
Cause the words were written before this child became a synonymous verb.
In case the world has yet to have heard
I believe that I will one day fly like a bird
And touch the sky in the financial term
And spread my wealth like wings
To my loved ones like swine flu or a germ.
And will slither my way into financial stability like a worm
Because with all the pain I have suffered I have grown to discern
And the next passage or path that I’m taking
Is a place where no one has gone a place where no one is forsaken!
The ingredients are combined so the pastry will soon be baking
I just hope that I get there
‘Cause I don’t really know if my sins are forgaven
Forgiven
Maybe that’s why I’ve been given
Such a torturous living.
But I read and I study ‘til I lose from my head all my hair
Hoping & praying I will be the wheat ready for the harvest
And not thrown in the fire with the rest of the tare.
SkTzO