NAIL IN MY COFFIN – POEM
Arm-wrestling with adolescence,
I can’t count my blessings,
As I’ve never been blessed,
My life has always been a chess-game,
That or a test, now I’m back at it again,
Grab myself a pad and a pen to be the baddest again.
Now I have a kid on the way,
Where there’s a will there’s a way,
“He’s crazy!” They’ll say…
I will kill for this day,
Now put this drill to my brain and rip out the sane.
For the past year I’ve been living in dark corners,
Shark waters; where I flash forward to happier callings,
Relapsing solely but these pills are so lonely.
Gotta’ do it for them, as my Dad never did,
“Alex, you’ll flip again… This is never-ending!”
I’m running from my devils,
What is heaven sending?
At God-Speed, have hope for me,
I’m more in-need of it before this corners me,
I wish I were a younger me, not hungry,
Not to put these pages under-siege with this thunder in me.
So let me sail the seas and swim with the dolphins,
Make my endorphins spin uncontrollably,
And help me bang in the nails of this coffin.
I’m all in.
I AM SLOWLY coming back….