Think

Weak is the mind when the ill's of time set in,
weak is the line when it seem like yo problem's won't end,
breathin witout air,
blind and no eyez 2 stare,
ears can't feel no sound,
my soul tied n bound,
close yo eyez and let yo mind take flight,
listen to the lost souls as their silent screams fill the night,
aluminum fingernails scrape across a chalk board,
teeth grittin,poets spittin,
got a feelin,
it's gon b a hella evening,
fingertips smoking, gon burn the letter's off duh key's,
typin up poems,and they scatter like leaves,
dot.com,
sweaty palms,
"worry bout tommorrow" put on your lil to do list,
but duh next day, wuz neva promised,
boiling water feels like ice,
only live once but gon b born twice,
Amen.
Tony Po,
Ghetto P0etry.