Two Ways

Two Ways

A Poem by ThreeWrites
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There’s always another choice to make

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Two Ways

You can’t walk this terrain,

I own this land, from the forest to the mountain, all I do is pray it rains.

I’ve just been chilling burning my crack for days,

Makes me feel like Superman, and want to scream hurray!

I know deep inside we all kinda feel the same,

What’s the damage, what’s the pain.

No one’s perfect, and we can’t run from our mistakes, especially while we pump it up our veins.

Chasing the dragon to reach the final high, wake up in an ambulance, saying I need to figure out what’s wrong with my brain.

Praying these demons will get chased away,

But nothing happens without effort, just like the effort to pick up a gun then aim, and spray.

Trapped in a life of crime and running till I get caught, no witnesses to exact revenge, I extinguished their plot,

I definitely ain’t getting caught by no man in power, I’ll put down any cop.

These aren’t more then just writing, just my mind wandering, some thoughts I had to jot,

Living with people that actually do these things, and we consider them role models, cleaning this up I’ll need a bigger bucket, hash the mop

Watching people gather and disappear on the streets, just to get a Reup from a dealer who might get payed, but shot for standing in the way of what they want.

Drugs might make you feel like everything is okay, but they take the sense of reality away, right down the vain, while it’s still hot,

no respect to brother hustling for a way to get drugs payed, nothings ever brought.

I’m feeling my gift ,Something to write to get away, take me to the lyrical rift, while the pipe is still sought.

The touch of inspiration comes from great conversation, amazing people, might be the tone of their voice, might as well attempt to tie the knot.

Regardless thanks for helping see me through this, could be a bad day, could be great, either way it’s one I’ll miss a lot.

If it’s a gift, than I better share this present before I lose my train of thought, but all I have is only things that I’ve lost.

I’m facing debt, but I still find it hard to face those regrets, but in the mirror, I saw more than my thoughts, now I’m very distraught.

So I hope you have a blessed and amazing day. Take it slow, enjoy the ups and downs as they come and go. As I sip my shot.

© 2023 ThreeWrites

© 2024 ThreeWrites


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Added on April 29, 2024
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ThreeWrites
ThreeWrites

Albuquerque, NM



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I have brain damage, and went through psychosis. What I made out of it, was a lot of emotions, what it led too, is a opportunity to write emotional poems more..

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