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A Prison Filled With Smoke

 I drew with a pencil that broke in the middle I drew with the shorter half that choked on the riddle I knew it was going to be harder to hide my fiddle I drew on top of a scar that had been ripped open too far I drew the stitches to cover the leakage in rage I made the lead to break I drew dark glasses to hide my eyes from lies that cover my face I drew empty classes where I teach freedom I knew no one would come and take the risk that it encompasses I drew the bucket  that has holes everywhere I drew the station that never sees a train only the pain of everything passing right through the empty tracks I drew a relation that is always in tension what should I say how should I pay what should I do not to stay I drew a blanket to cover my soul I drew a bullet to destroy the ghoul I knew someone will call me out I knew someone will shout I drew a chair where I can sit and think about being fair I drew a floor filled with gravity of good time smoke gathered around me suddenly, I ...

Struggle

Struggle is a juggle when you lose sight of what you are seeking

Struggle is a juggle when hearts are pounding

Struggle is a juggle when the carts are leaving

Struggle is a juggle when you really don't know why things are happening

It's like you did something real wrong

Or you plucked the wrong string in your guitar and picked the wrong song

Struggle is a juggle when you cry and someone asks why you don't try

Struggle is a juggle when you look at everyone else and find them smiling

Struggle is a juggle when you are alone

It's like you are always finding an excuse to be all by yourself

Or you talk to people who are not even there but you desperately just want them

Struggle is a boat that sinks 

Struggle is a fart that stinks

Struggle is a tornado with no one but a broken tree that survived

Struggle is a wave that doesn't wait for shells to just float on the surface

Struggle is the pen that leaks ink

Struggle is the den that is darker than minds can think

Struggle is the hand that doesn't want holding 

Struggle is the shoulder that shakes off the pitiful cold attempts

Struggle is the looking into the eye that talks sorrow that will come again tomorrow..

Struggle is the one who wants to let go

Struggle is the one who has an oozy toe

Struggle isn't over

Until ashes are flying all over..





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