If you're reading this and you can understand what's being said
I'm sorry,
It's too late for you
The World pushed us into each other
because I wanted you to find me
When I started writing, I thought I had
something to say that no one has
said before, but I've recently found out
that not much has changed except
the ways that we hate one another
and even that, hasn't changed much
Stop for a second, remember yourself
as a child, you remember
playing baseball in the backyard
with your brother or
holding your father's hand for the first
time crossing the street
Remember how you thought things
would never change?
Brothers eventually move away,
and now you cross streets without
even looking both ways, with your hands
stuffed into your pockets
Now, you get it, how the World pushes
everyone around until one day
you wake up in an old town
you've lived in for four years
and you think,
When did the World
get so ********* ugly?
Then you realize, it always was,
you just needed one final push
one final departure, one last pitch
for Glory,
to understand that, but not one
good reason for why,
Why?
Because when we grow older,
we get sick of striking out,
and we learn our Fathers were never Gods
just Men wanting one more
home run,
street to cross,
One more chance to prove
that the World doesn't always win,
If you're reading this,
I'm sorry,
It's already too late,
Here comes the ********* ball again,
swing for the fences
Show the world what you can do
with your last chance
I'm waiting for you with open arms
at Home plate
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
If you're reading this and you can understand what's being said
I'm sorry,
It's too late for you
The World pushed us into each other
because I wanted you to find me
When I started writing, I thought I had
something to say that no one has
said before, but I've recently found out
that not much has changed except
the ways that we hate one another
and even that, hasn't changed much
Stop for a second, remember yourself
as a child, you remember
playing baseball in the backyard
with your brother or
holding your father's hand for the first
time crossing the street
Remember how you thought things
would never change?
Brothers eventually move away,
and now you cross streets without
even looking both ways, with your hands
stuffed into your pockets
Now, you get it, how the World pushes
everyone around until one day
you wake up in an old town
you've lived in for four years
and you think,
When did the World
get so ********* ugly?
Then you realize, it always was,
you just needed one final push
one final departure, one last pitch
for Glory,
to understand that, but not one
good reason for why,
Why?
Because when we grow older,
we get sick of striking out,
and we learn our Fathers were never Gods
just Men wanting one more
home run,
street to cross,
One more chance to prove
that the World doesn't always win,
If you're reading this,
I'm sorry,
It's already too late,
Here comes the ********* ball again,
swing for the fences
Show the world what you can do
with your last chance
I'm waiting for you with open arms
at Home plate
NaPoWrimo #30 - Write a poem backwards
