Tag: Biggie

• A shot for hope

  Sitting here again
  Thinking, drinking
  Smoking something straight up stinking
  Reminiscing all the faces that be missing from my life
  Spinning stories of strife on the edge of knife
  Carving off the fat to show the starving soul
  The story untold
  The voice that’s never heard, it’s absurd all the words that we use
  More red herrings than clues that we use to confuse
  Hiding all the skeletons cos that shits too gory
  Dressing it up in synonyms
  You say it’s allegory
  
  It’s simple really
  I’m sick of feeling sad
  Sick of waiting for the sun
  Sick of pretending to be glad
  Sick of people being sick
  And coughing up their lungs
  Sick of missing all the laughter
  Sick of worrying about my mum
  Sick of seeing people dying
  Sick of coffins on the news
  Sick of not seeing anyone
  Sick of the world being stuck on snooze
  Sick of hearing about the sickness
  Sick of the hate and all the lies
  Sick of sitting here just sitting
  Sick of being too scared to go outside
  
  Feeling restless and lazy it amazes me how the days gone by are one big hazy mess
  Distressed I confess I fear I’m far less than who I was
  It’s just my anxiety man
  It shouldn’t scare me but it does
  There I said it
  I spoke it into existence
  Some days are heavenly but others I have to be persistent
  Resisting the urge to sit quietly and listen to the words it puts in my head
  I have to fight hard to seize the day
  And believe in myself instead
  For the love of life and for the love of my life
  Since this day is all there is
  There’s gotta be a better way
  Man this ain’t no way to live
  Here’s to hoping so let me just say
  
  I hope that we can dance again
  Hope that we can laugh again
  Hope to wipe your tears with my own hands when we can hug again
  Hope that you’re still friends of mine
  Hope that we can jam sometime
  Hope that we can say we’re not ok and not just say I’m fine
  Hope that we will fly some day
  Drink cocktails in the sea some day
  Hope that I can learn to swim and chase you down the beach some day
  Hope there’s queues outside the bars
  Hope that we can see the stars
  Hope that all the wounds can heal
  And all we have to show is scars
  Hope we see some better times
  Hope I write some happy rhymes
  Hope to reminisce about all this like it was all a dream sometime.

  Mar 9, 2021

  Biggie, covid, COVID-19, creative writing, free form, Friendship, lockdown, London, love, Memories, poetry

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