Yesterdays Start

This poem is about my everyday confusion, and the things that happen to me daily. It's like everything repeats itself. Reminder; I wrote this a LONG time ago.

Don't you hate when you feel so small?
Suddenly, you're seeing through eyes where everything looks so dull.
You don't remember where you started,
dazed, confused, you feel half-hearted.
No mercy,
curse me,
I'm damned. Dried out, I don't know if I can continue on.
Like satan's spawn, you think you're seeing red,
but nah, it's with blue lights, s**t man it's the fed.
You get up from wherever you were layin'
have no idea what people are sayin', and your legs carry you on.
You ran for so long, breaking dawn, then finally you start trippin'
next thing you're slippin', head bang to the rock baby, you're out cold, K.O'd.

Only to wake up, feeling even worse then yesterdays start...

 

Author's Note

Old, grammar, it was going to be a rap at first.