MY POETRY
Location
So many times
They made promises
To keep you in their prayers
When they say they pray
With an ‘A’
When it’s actually with an ‘E’
Be careful,
When the crowd gets larger on you
Are they there to pray or prey?
A or E, the second letter is a blunder.
So many times
You pack up to leave
Never wanted to look back
But you turn to scratch your back
And the contemplation travel backward
Down the empty aisles to yesterday
Torn by the scars, you still breakdown today
The pain inside aching from that day
No wonder you woke up covered with sweats undercovers
Your hands freezing, your heart shivers
I still wonder why we sleep undercovers
when panic attacks are there to find us.
I know
You’re tired but not defeated
Your breath squeezed; your lungs deflated
The loneliness inside making your heart humiliated
Tricking your mind with suicidal thoughts granted
Not afraid of going six feet underground
But you are just scared of getting old
And it doesn’t feel new anymore.
And you still wonder
How you made it this far?
For all I know is that you are a fighter
I know it’s been tough, but you made it through
And I am proud of you
Depressed and you hate
Anxiety at moments you know you’ve debated
And pour all hatred on that day
You came into this earth.
If I have one wish
I’d wish your heart be emptied of sadness
And filled with heavens
If you still wonder
Why you pack up to leave but still looked back
It’s because you can never pack your heart
Right In front of the mirror thinking you are ugly
While the reality is that you are a superstar
Only the scars tell the tales stuck on your lips
Sorry for not being there for you
When you were at your lows
And if I am not here for you today
I hope my poetry is there for you
Even when I am not.