Fingers rest at F and J and the keys ask, “How are you?” 
My hands are speechless… “I’m okay, just feeling out of tune.” 
Tired eyes from trauma and headaches from national news, 
Unable to side with the hypocrite Demis or self-centered men in blue suits. 
 
Pardon my pessimism, but the present is all too intense. 
I empathize with the 15.4 million and contemplate the 49 thousand.  
What a shame of how difficult it is to find a true friend, 
But I reap what I sow, considering I no longer make an attempt. 
Don’t get the wrong idea if I can’t find any more of me to give. 
I already have a hard enough time with everything else running me thin.  
I know I need to suck it up and deal with life like everyone else, 
But for now, I’ll keep publishing rhymes and written expressions of self. 
 
Ceaseless tug-of-war between contenders: Life and Death  
Gambling on my heart because they tied for my head. 
Fiddling with my atria and disrespecting electric guests. 
210 is a former friend, but I fear the blackouts once again. 
 
Out of all the drugs to choose, I think mine’s the best, 
It often goes unnoticed, overlooked, and accepted by the public.  
Necessary for life, and I’m thankful for my economic class’s abundance. 
Control was abused since varsity years, but ironically always been out of hand. 
 
I have a theory or two, recently knew,  
The culprit is known for repping blue. 
Changing with season but seldom boons,  
A constant tired who invariably looms. 
Heightened at times, I know what to do.  
Strength flees me at nights, purpose seemingly too. 
Factors profound, but I’m safe in my room,  
Drowning out the echoes with my music boomed. 
 
Detrimental exhaustion from staying out so late, 
Partially worth not going home to hate. 
Lies knife-like, stripped of respect and virtue.  
Little am I comforted by the Lord’s knowledge of truth. 
The little acts accumulate, contributing to a mental break.  
Suddenly my room feels more like a cage. 
In the grand scheme, it’s not a big deal.  
And oh, how I fantasize the rapture that will release me from here. 
 
I prayed for strength, immediately granted “yes”. 
His presence is known at each meal, every breath, and restless nights in bed.  
I prayed for wisdom. He chuckled and gave me struggle again. 
His response as strait answers, standing me in good stead. 
 


Friday 7 March 2025