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Route 23
Felt like my chapter was completed.
Profound things were in high demand.
My Love,
Career,
Education,
My Life.
All what any teenager surpassing adulthood illusions formed was in full effect.
The love you dreamed of,
Or maybe that was only a phase of a different child like mind.
But the thoughts created had become my reality.
Lost all the time,
At all times.
Victory to victim.
Prisoner to freedom or what i thought all what life threw at me meant.
My highly overflowing thoughts led me in many places,
Often dark places.
Weak positions,
Abstract formations,
Undying devotion to feelings.
Emotions that dragged me down a scar-ful route.
You’d swear i’d just gotten wheels and my road tax was just about due.
Crashing and grazing every strong flesh of any kind i had left.
23 soon started eliminating every option,
You’d think someone had a hit on me every second of each day.
Conversations grew weary as my soul grew stronger.
Weak in mind.
Weak in flesh.
Overcoming battles on a lost road counting on 24.
less than 24 hours I am proof that my doomed days,
Call it blessed days,
Understanding times,
Learning era,
Little things are the big things.
I speak to the universe,
Shared it all within the light of my soul,
That was once weary,
Broken & stole.
Console me within the presence of my enemies and yours.
For now,
From then I’ve died and waiting on my rebirth.
24.
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