This poem is entitled
"Lullaby"
Scars a reminder of the wretched past I’ve had
Yet I’m oblivious to the wounds yet to heal
Trust is dwindling
False pretenses are the enemy
Give me something real
Tripping && falling
over myself…
going no where
I force waiting
Subsequently
..suffocating
Waiting To exhale
Suppression
..of a confession
timid yet yearning for
Release…
Tick.. a time bomb
Though In the zone
No effect…none
Will-E-b free?
Clouds of perplexity
Bring rains of tormenting bliss
Irony becomes a determinant
As hatred and shy liking intertwine
How did it amount to this?
Housing doubt accompanied by insecurity
Harlem I’m shaking
The complacency I hate its plight
The mediocrity of contentment
No longer can suffice.
I embody my pseudo-glee
With hyperboles to convince my soul
That the facades I greet
Are only but whole..
Truths
A hostage to my own sanity
Ethics and accountability questioned
Seeking answers oozing credibility
Comprehend-E?
{The reality is this is the only way i sleep
. .hence the title
....
"My life on the lines
plentiful like a manuscript"
....
"PoP Off!"}
