The Catch-Up [Poem]
It’s been a long time,
since writing some poetry
was aiming to align
on my lonely,
knowing me…
instead
of, staying stuck in my head,
feeling misled
I fell back
to shake back much harder,
supposedly
so openly, I let the world in
to see my pains
from afar,
you could see you some scars
so brutally
iso I prefer
over the comp. of unity
I usually
don’t get too close,
been that way
since you & me
but truthfully
I’m just blessed
to have grown up,
& my mistakes, I ain’t rent em
So I owned up
But even till this day
won’t pick the phone up
it burns &
I’ll be blunt
it’s kinda hard
not to roll up
but we grown ups
got egos too, but so what?
hold in if you want
but pls try not to blow up
the path to being a man,
it was slow cuh,
I didn’t know
that most things you know
be on your own
it’s cold
but not the type that warrants theraflu,
the type of cold to
make the daytime
scared of you,
with nothing left to prove
I either write,
or in the stu
& out the blue
I make specific bars
more general.