Exodus in the dust

I escaped from a room of doom

a situation too heavy to carry

and too light to sink

nothing to lose

nothing I owned left

to top it off

I even pissed off death

 bled till there was none left

too stubborn to take my last breath

born in this world

for an epic purpose

dropped a lot of soil

Into open graves

many flower I’ve laid

on caskets and many graves

am I being too demanding

to want my blessing

while I’m still standing

on topsoil

I stay up all night

and I toil

burning the midnight oil

my lunch wrapped in foil

In a Ziploc bag

no spoil

my eyes are pointed

out in front of me

the sky is too high

and too far from me

my enemy is in my reach

not in the Middle East

neither west north nor south

rap on preach

life can be a peach

I like fruit but I hate

kumquats

my knuckles are hard

from hard knocks

evoker of emotions

I am redemptive

preemptive

&

proactive