93 til....

 

My brother told me poetry be coming naturally.

How? When recently I haven't written a thing.

My mind, been overshadowed with all the death in the air,

And all the temptations going around,

This life got me scared right now...

And I cannot write like this.

I had writers block for over 9 months.

And the pains hurt,

People joke, say "you're a jerk, to make us wait." Because i haven't given birth to any new words as of late....

I cannot write like this.

My momma told me this how life would get.

"You win some, you lose some."

I won a good girl and lost some closest friends.

Now I be stressing like "when it's time to go?"

Because I love life but I hate what the world has to show.

Lord, let me know, don't be surprising me.

I wanna set my family up for everything.

I wanna see them happy before I leave...

I cannot write like this.

My mind is too heavy, all this death around us.

You lose some, its part of life I guess.

But when they close to your age, it really makes you wonder.

"How long do I have now?"

Lord...

How long do I have now?