I fell asleep from a nightmare of,
Kool 100 menthol smoke filled lungs,
Dim lights,
Jazz music,
a Crown Royal filled rocks glass splashing the tongue
that’s garnished with lust to cloud decisions, ushering a seed into this world.
The lesser of two, not needed as much, as the first of this pair,
Loved by a knuckle filled heart that left purple stains on this olive skin,
Another generational link in a chain of sorrow, created a man in this world.
Thirty-six wolves chew at self-confidence till only scraps remain on the floor,
Educational vultures feast on those scraps for their owns popularities gain but,
Potential’s value when un-nurtured has no room to stand in this world.
She was a knock up chick, with a bathtub full of depression and razor blades,
The Homecoming queen, only taught that her beauty belonged in a wallet,
A dime piece split ten ways, and spent in this world.
They suffered her love, for lines of ambrosia laid out on a table,
Violent bud light bottles, flicked lit cigarettes, and a headlight to a hip screamed,
They would never be enough for her! In this world.
Being unwanted again and again, each time enforces the belief,
That the mirrors reflection doesn’t reflect what everyone else seems to see,
So you begin to feel stupid, ugly, pathetic, and worthless to this world,
And now I,
lying crippled, lonely, and scared of passing shadows in this bed,
I,
notice, ten fingers, ten toes, a tiny heart budum dumming against my own
and I know,
I finally know.
That chains can break, I can heal, time to wake up and dream in this world…
That the mirrors reflection doesn’t reflect what everyone else seems to see,
So you begin to feel stupid, ugly, pathetic, and worthless to this world,
And now I,
lying crippled, lonely, and scared of passing shadows in this bed,
I,
notice, ten fingers, ten toes, a tiny heart budum dumming against my own
and I know,
I finally know.
That chains can break, I can heal, time to wake up and dream in this world…
Once again, I am left to rave about the eloquence and imagery and awesome (and I mean that in the truest sense of the word) emotion you pour into your poetry. This post really highlights some of the major problems people face today and how these problems lead to people breaking down and reverting to self-damaging actions. But, as you so eloquently state in the last couple of lines, "chains can break," and with the right person or the right circumstances, dreams can become a reality even in a broken world!
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