Struggle

2024-12-06 · slam-poetry · evergreen

Wake up, eat, sleep, repeat. Wake up, eat, sleep, repeat. Wake up, eat, sleep, repeat.

Every day's a gray pebble on a gravel path, My future subject to the devil's wrath.

Hope—forget hope.

If I had a dollar for every time I hoped, Then I'd be broke.

Oh wait—broke. I am broke, Almost like my wallet had a stroke.

But scream—scream at me some more, As if I like standing by while my destiny gets choked, While I stay cloaked.

Now you've got me provoked.

Four-fourths of my life spent a slave— If only I could rent freedom for a day, I'd stay away.

Away from that ravenous wolf, Away from that venomous snake, While desire pursues me like fleeting fire.

Once, I carried a thorn in my side, Now, I'm a battered vase inside.

Sometimes you must get shattered To let the light abide.