I juggle with the thoughts of retirement then watch people look at me crazy
then I listen to em when they ask “Dre, are you crazy?”
It’s your words & stories that get me thru the pain daily
& I get it but these stories aren’t exactly the key that I need to save me
I’m able to save y’all from your pain but I’m a pro at neglecting myself
plus I never imagined being here, poetry was therapy for myself
I did what I never thought I could do & what I thought I never would do
& although y’all mean the world to me, maybe this is what I should do
I take many breaks thru the year just to live life not only to learn from experiences
but to study myself from different characteristics
I prayed about saving a few lives with my words, I’ve saved many
prayed about guiding a few to a new light, I’ve guided plenty
so even if I do reach the highest level of this gift, what’s left for me to enjoy?
Especially when I’m barely happy & self destruction is the main thing I can’t avoid
I always ask myself, what would y’all do if you never discovered my passion for this
What would you do if you never met me or if you never saw talent in this
guy who’s just like you that you look so highly up to
salute like he’s a God when he’s nowhere close to being above you
A part of me doesn’t wanna quit but a part of me wants to throw in the towel
just to see the admirers give me a standing ovation & take a bow
I’m just a King still on the search for his crown
as I unknowingly lead others to better days while I’m slowly breaking down
☆ Poetic Venom ☆