Scarred Reality

I’m living a damn nightmare

Promises broken, eyes swollen from the tears of the air

The streets breathe heat in search of mental vision to impair

I cry like a kid too small to jump the rides at the fair

I don’t walk with my head down

I ride with my sound loud

Trying to write out the spiritual demons I’m hearing in the background

This world is an unanswered bell

Its citizens laugh, so close to hell

The media is just an easy, quick, and formal way to go to jail

So many trying to kill another

Don’t kill your brother, ask Pac’s mother

We need to learn to love each other

Maybe life would take us further

We have become so ignorant to life’s advantages

Caught up in brutal savageness

Why do the police pull dumb stunts?

I say f*ck it and light my mental blunts

I live my life in that golden haze

I rhyme and blaze, like Langston’s days

 The safest life to live is barred

It’s so hard to dream when reality is scarred

I’m suffering from the world’s sun beams

Praying that my reality were a bunch of dreams

Reviews

[Recklesseyes]

Again, another great poem that deserves to be read out loud. Love the anger in this...this word is an unanswered bell, great line! The safest life to live is barred....excellent! So hard to dream when reality is scarred....so true! Suffering from the world's sun beams....I totally get this.

Wow! What more can I say? I want to here this out loud read really fast and intense. Great prose. Great imagery. Totally different from the last poem of yours I read. I love it.

Great job!