You ever get that feeling?
Those times when you try to breath
and you have trouble,
as if something is weighing you down?
As if that person is throwing dirt
on your chest hoping you'll never make a sound?
Do you ever have
have
h-have trouble speaking?
Feel your bones creaking with the effort
it takes to not fight back?
With all the talent we have
and all the things they want,
we lack.
I've got a book stack
for every pretender
that has ever tried to make my life
look like a double-ender
with two ends and no beginning,
find myself grinning along with them sometimes
because ****...
they got me so worked up over nothing.
I'm still on the street corner of the
path to the future
and I'm huffing dreams
because nothing will ever be as it seems,
but it seems that the moon beams
fall upon my body writhing between the blankets
trying to convince myself
to have a sleep untroubled by anger.
Nothing is what is bothering me.
**Nothing is bothering me.