The Spirit
By Apollo The Dreamer
I can already hear the fireworks.
Excitement of life in forms of random outburst.
Cheers and amazed faces.
The sounds of Drake like “Nigga we made it”.
Shots being fired in glittered skies. Twinkles that shimmer reflections while looking into the youth’s eyes.
Power is what they feel as its their own protection they’re forced to conceal from the those who carry the badge and shield.
Both boys are on the clock. One plays the block while the other plays the field.
One just doing their job while the other resides here.
Tonight, they both live in fear.
For the moment, they share a silent second not knowing it’s the multitude of blessing being sent up.
Hoping that tonight another life isn’t sent up.
Mothers who sit up hoping their loved ones aren’t sent back.
While shots are being thrown back, whether it’s the vodka or henny there being pour back to back... from
Warm spirits to warm lights that cascade and shine bright.
Through the panes of those who collectively share their joy and pain.
This spiritual feeling praying to the same god, but all requesting different things...