for twenty-five years
I’ve collected my tears
made of all of my hopes, my wishes, and fears.
the thoughts run and play
forever and a day
but it’s time now to say
that I’m done with dismay.
for my thoughts to be complete,
would get me back on my feet,
take me off of this “street”,
and let my heart start to beat
for once in this life,
just one day without strife
that cuts like a knife
so,
in this intersection
it’s time for intervention,
or maybe some injection
of pure simplicity
which was never enough for me
but I guess now, it has to be
time for my creativity
to get the best of me
as I step up to bat
let me tip my hat
as I wonder how I got so damn fat
on all this confusion
I just need to do something.
let me sit and be free
to do whatever I please
so I can say with ease,
been there,
done that,
but now,
this is where it’s at
the glorious elation
of my education
erased,
now replaced with this deprivation
of pure common sense
so I wander, perplexed
why my family’s vexed
at the person they see
when they’re looking right
through
me
I want to find peace
in my OWN Middle East,
but my temperature’s rising,
as they look at me sizing up
all of my faults and mistakes
with their eyes as their rakes…
but they can’t see within
this cloud that I’m in.
no, not covered in sin...
just let me begin
to unveil my desire
to walk on this…
MY fire.
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Submission Name: 25
