Heartbreak Blues

I think the poem speaks for itself...

They say everything happens for a reason
But it seems God is committing treason on my soul
And I feel like leavin' this world on its own.
Like I said, patience only brings grief and regret
Why didn't I move faster when I had the chance?
When opportunity knocks, you can go and ignore it
But when it breaks down the door, better answer the warnin'
But when the door isn't even there,
Opportunity comes and goes like it doesn't really care
Has no time to stop and think about what is and isn't fair
Won't even stop and stare at the fact
That I'm suffering from the Heartbreak Blues with a tack
In my shoes as I run on the track with my boots
'Cause the shoes are like my heart
So with my asthma, oxygen doesn't come quick
And I drop.

Oh, praise the Lord for writing
'Cause if not for that, I'd probably be fighting
For my sanity
Since facts aren't very enlightening.
I mean I'm only 14, what do I know about heartbreak?
It's only happened to me, oh, five times?
Is my life at stake?
Naw, but my faith is.
Confidence is becoming wasted
Why does life have to be so hasted?
It moves so fast, you just have to face it
And although I'd rather not taste it,
Hearbreak bitterness is not easily avoided
With pain and chagrin, it is anointed
And with me, it always seems to have an appointment.
But, hey, am I cursed?
Probably...
But that shouldn't stop me from living life properly.
Just 'cause I can't score like a soccer team,
Predict fate like Saucrates,
Or not tough like a hockey team,
Doesn't mean I can't break the ice.
How can what I say be nice
When nothing ever turns out right?
I'm usually the optomist,
Now I'm the Goddamn opposite.
When it comes to this topic,
Everyone just stay off of it.
This is my heart speaking through my phonics
Sadness like water flowing through a faucet
Into a basin called Anonymous
Since I don't know who I am or who I should be.
Does the future look ominous?
Surely.
But now I'm sounding selfish
I just wanna stay in my outfit
Maybe in confinement.
I don't even care if this is rhymin'
Thoughts don't make sense.
Jealousy's a b***h
Excuse my french.
But it's like getting hit with a wrench
It sticks to your head
Like skunks to a stench.
I don't run from the lens
'Cause I'm always seen
As being happy 
But that's not always me.
See, this Aaron Clasky
Tolerates so much for his queen.
Why can't she understand what that means?

Reviews

[JillieBeene]

Don't worry my man, it gets better, or maybe it has (I realise you wrote this a while ago) we all experience heartbreak blues but that's life, and what's the ups without the downs..Brilliant poem :)

wow Aaron! briliant rap! i can hear it in my head! :)