3AM

It's 3am.
And so the Rain randomly writes...

Ya' know;
I used to call it lonely.
But you know what?
This is where I got to know me...

This is the "ME"
Who taught myself
My own self-wealth.

The kind of wealth
That brought me that chip on my shoulder.
The kind of "Mental Health"
Ya' know that crap that I pleaded and told her:
I couldn't help...

Well that's where I found my wealth.
My stealth kind of own self-help
Yet I used to tell nobody about this hell.
But now the pen shouts!

We all make wishes
With the New Year's pork and sauerkraut
But only the few
Reach out and take their dreams
With no doubts.

I wanted to play ball.
So All-Conference Collegiate I played.

I wanted to fight!
So 4th in state I was ranked.

I wanted to go to the mall
With her.
So, I did.

And I wanted to write.
And well,
Ya' know'...

I still sin.

Guess my next step!
Speculate my next move...

Judgements come in.
Still haven't lost my groove.

This type of "lose"
Is what I thrive on.

My thoughts:
Far from gone.

My Mind:
Despite the calculation of the ugly and flawed
Is still sharp and endured the wicked teeth naws.

I don't crawl...

I leap
Into my new existence
Away from the things that were getting in the way
Of me
Being ME
Everafter...

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I like the intense introspection you conjure up here. It's the little details that make it for me like the sauerkraut, as that is how it was at that precise moment. I like the little poetry tricks as well, the semi-rhymes like sauerkraut/doubts. I esp like the pen shouting bit. The very human need to know ourselves and to enjoy expressing how we are is captured here.

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

First half strongest half. The whole poem was enjoyable but the beginnings were really there. Cool work