Been a long gone but I'm back again... I think this is the illest thing I ever wrote because its the 1st poem I ever wrote. yeah I had to dig in the archieves for this one.
So much pressure in every direction must be the reason why I'm stressing. The fact that my mind is on an ultimate lockdown got me wishing that I could find the keys so I can come and go as I please. But how would I function living outside my box with the possibility of being put back in a box. I would be back at square one, and I don't want to be there. It's as if my crainuim is constipated and you can smell the build up of my thoughts, problems, goal, ambitions and expections from a mile away. The bystander can't stand my stench, yet the bystanders remain bystanders and look on like Doctors making notes in their notebooks of statistics making me another number making me another percent. What I need is something God sent something spritual not material because I can tell the time using the shadows of my brothers and sister. I want me voice to be an ember that you cannot extinguish. So my words can grow like a wildfire to get people to realize that the ultimate "hardness" is surviving all opsticals and not suffering the same fate of others who let the system position them in paralyzing perdictaments. So in knowing that my mind is tangled I'm hoping that hope can get my dream box out of the roping ropes of stereotypes. Being infatuated with inner peace I'm yearning for other to conquer it and join me in the tranquil space of the inner peace.
love it or hate it you just read it....thanks for reading
Writeous Wes
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