Poetry For Everyday People
I Know
It rains when it's sunny,
and it doesn't sound like
music or romance,
safe or peaceful,
instead it's dark, walls
closing in as fast as your
thoughts, hard to breath,
memories stabbing, the mind
invasion, solitary, you can't
explain it and if you could you'd
fix it, save yourself,
voices that love you
sound like long hollow tunnels
you just wish you could
turn off,
let's face it
you're an amateur in hell,
yet a life long resident,
start there, what hunts you
isn't exactly something you own,
nor does it own you,
you can't eat by thinking it,
you gotta decide what you're
eating, getting it, cooking it,
ordering it, ultimately eating,
not many one steps in life,
you gotta decide how you're gonna
beat it, take step one, take step two,
go back, think why you feel this way,
how you end up in that place, that closed up
hell, that helplessness,
is it a thought? a sound? a smell?
is it a feeling? is it a word?
is it your situation? is it all that
and more?
is it your insides just taken you
for a ride?
the answer is there, the execution
my friend:
is life and death.
It takes fighters to fight,
you have to train, your mind,
your heart, your everyday,
your everything, not just Mondays
or every other day,
read, listen, seek, alone you're
not, history is another word for
answers,
there is nothing in this world
without a story behind it,
even if it's brand new,
your pain is shared, been conquered,
unique, but,
your cure exists.
and it doesn't sound like
music or romance,
safe or peaceful,
instead it's dark, walls
closing in as fast as your
thoughts, hard to breath,
memories stabbing, the mind
invasion, solitary, you can't
explain it and if you could you'd
fix it, save yourself,
voices that love you
sound like long hollow tunnels
you just wish you could
turn off,
let's face it
you're an amateur in hell,
yet a life long resident,
start there, what hunts you
isn't exactly something you own,
nor does it own you,
you can't eat by thinking it,
you gotta decide what you're
eating, getting it, cooking it,
ordering it, ultimately eating,
not many one steps in life,
you gotta decide how you're gonna
beat it, take step one, take step two,
go back, think why you feel this way,
how you end up in that place, that closed up
hell, that helplessness,
is it a thought? a sound? a smell?
is it a feeling? is it a word?
is it your situation? is it all that
and more?
is it your insides just taken you
for a ride?
the answer is there, the execution
my friend:
is life and death.
It takes fighters to fight,
you have to train, your mind,
your heart, your everyday,
your everything, not just Mondays
or every other day,
read, listen, seek, alone you're
not, history is another word for
answers,
there is nothing in this world
without a story behind it,
even if it's brand new,
your pain is shared, been conquered,
unique, but,
your cure exists.
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