the calling
For those who have been through hard times and found salvation in writing
I put money & fame on a pedestal
Then got depressed coz I didn’t have it all
Blamed luck coz times were hard
But it was just me, something missing inside my heart
And the loss of a father
Only made it harder
A heart cold as ice
Drifting, no longer in sight
The mind can’t take no more, bodies had enough
Gotta stop diggin this hole and climb back up
It’s too late to turn back now
Got to find a way to make it there some how
Hungover, heads a mess and I’ve got some time to kill
So I think I’ll try and write some rhymes to spill
Pad starts off blank but then feelings come out
A small weight is lifted, wow!
Thoghts are dark but the words feel sweet
Life seems easier when pen and pad meet
Withing imagination I find the strength to fight
Is that the end of tunnel? Can I see the light?
Its too late to turn back now
Got to find a way to make it there somehow.
(2014)
Another attempt at a lyric style style poem about hard times and finding a way through
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