I've been fighting this
Battle for so long,
So much,
I sometimes feel I can't win.
But I know I can,
I've seen the leaves in the trees
And the laughter and
The honeybees.
And sometimes I feel
Like there ain't no hope;
But man,
Just look around and feel.
I tried to die three times,
Took some pills,
Thought I was flyin'.
And it sucks.
But when I look around
I can feel the warmth on my skin
And the breeze in my hair;
Nothing like the feelings I'm in.
There's nothing important in this world,
Just gotta go around,
Tryna live
For my girl.
Just dancing and laughing
And singing and crying,
Lying and dying
And feeling those feelings.
Nothing's gonna last in this world,
So you gotta make it count.
You may not have hope to get
But there's always some to give.
- Author: Madds (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 31st, 2024 18:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Written on a trip to New Orleans; just trying out a different style.
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 13
Comments1
A feeling of at times giving up but then inspired to try and make it work by all the beauty around them, well worded
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