Past Away
He sat in his room... torn from the last fray
his mom fighting with herself again in the hallway
the stay in this house had never been made easy
her screaming echoed in vibrations through the house hazy
she muttered "why why why" out loud in dozens of times
the boy plowed through not knowing what to think, so listened to rhymes
in a blink of an eye it seemed like he didn’t care or shrink down in size
until one day he would rise.
everyday i would fiend hugs after my dad died...
from seven to eleven with no recollections of life
..................................i was simply brain fried
like his life and mine felt like it passed away... yet here i stay
the imagination taking effect... i saw myself cutting slits of red n gray
i felt that was all i had inside... i tried to close my eyes...
say its all good, then my eyes get wetter
.... but no one was here to show me any better
and terror and pain was the only thing i weaved see
no friends and i listened to music all day... the stuff he showed me
my moms theory is that i went insane... listening to rock all day
"a society bent going no where" misfit i was read wrong... so i screamed back
saying "hey look here you dumb trash you don’t even have a job
even if it was illegal i was kicked out of my home with a sob...
and the last thing i ever did there was a rob....
well i had to break into my own room... Nothing happening soon
because I had my stash focused on my brain like zoom
i made the situation turn upside down with each bong rip no help
the way an 18 year old would... green day melted into my scalp
the harp in my head drew me insane... but the portrait was beautiful
a sight full of insight I might just pick up the jigsaw puzzle... hurled my way
hide in black pillows till I close the window, let the rest unfurl
let that be
or simply
learn another way to enjoy my stay on this seemingly slow turning world
“He drew drawing s and sold them on the street… R.I.P Alan”
