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I’m an alphanumerical fleshy object that’s complex
Born & raised in the projects
With a strong futuristic vision
I envision, to be highly convex
No longer vision concave
Because back then that number was a slave
To the very earthly things
His DNA did desire and crave
Now back when
He would flap them
His lips would savor the blessings
Filled with flavor and lessons
Now empty confessions
Have left me repressing
Nearly suffocating from humility
The pain is heavily compressing
The weight of nothingness
Has filled my core with soreness
Aches
Bones that bend but don’t break
Wondering if I will ever look back and see my own life out takes
Funny figures of figurative metaphors
Catapulting creations of communication
Distorting dismal images to make them pretty
Flighty
Speaking with the grand captain
God the master Almighty
Why hide thee?
Where art thou oh savior?
I have been damned into a final solution
Finalized
Destitute emotional prostitution
Confessing the sins of the past to better my present
Not knowing if I will have a future
Sutures stitched up trying to conceal wounds of pain dripping from my soul
Bandages and tourniquets do nothing
I need and cry because I want something
Something being PEACE
Even a piece of peace
But for 4 years
I have been filled with pain and tears
Lost communication with peers
And now my flesh is nearly deceased
I continue to write with my remaining might and flash-light
Because for all I know
Tonight could be my last night
I have lost hope
And there is no better future in sight
I can no longer hold on
Hold onto ropes of sands
The harder I grab them
They fall between my fingers
No grip allowed
My pain is twice as much now
As they have bellowed out
I am a 35 yr old fellow
Who has fantastically mellowed out
I lost my faith and lost my doubt
I have nothing o think or say anymore… but this
Help me if you hear me Lord!
SkTzO
