The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Page 16

I Feel Death Around the Corner

I feel it getting closer.

The roller coaster is ready to come to a complete stop.

It’s had it’s finally rise, and it’s had its final drop.

I could already pick out the plot except I am unaware of the spot,

Where I can finally say this is home.

Moments alone give me time to think.

But moments alone also gives me time to sink.

CAN YOU BE PREPARED TO DIE?

Is it the sparkle that leaves your eyes,

The drive, that no longer beats,

A body that is no longer complete.

An unwillingness to compete,

No longer wishing to be discreet,

That I am ready,

More poems are wrote, more songs are recorded,

A documentation, so that no one will forget me.

The burden has gotten heavy,

I can go but my kids won't seem to let me.

But I have to be happy and it is no longer here.

I am no longer scared but feel an urgency to be prepared.

FOR WHATEVER!

There is no light at the end.

A feeling and need to separate from friends.

No longer willing to pretend that I am happy,

But I have brought happiness to most.

Not to brag or boast, but I can live through memory.

Let them give credit to my actions;

Let tears pour out the passion, in speaking of me.

But I still couldn't tell the real from the fake.

The real can sometimes be the ones who hurt you,

While seeing the fake helps you realize that you two both relate.

Whether "The Pearly Gates" or the burning flame,

The fact remains, "That I am not HAPPY HERE!

I have volunteered my life to everyone except me.