Fading LIght
Over the horizon
Light spills
Patiently lapping at my heels
As I mount
The waiting train.
Fully submerged
I sit by the window
Watching as
The vibrant colors surge by
Like the hands on my watch converg-
ing time after time
Until I notice the world's not so bright
Anymore
I frantically crane my eyes
To the skies
Until I finally realize
My childhood has flown
Behnind me.
As orange light drapes
Over the jumbled landscape I
Feel a sudden longing for
The bright yellow light alighting
On my untouched, unharmed hands
For the way the warm air
Wrapped me in an aura of tranquility
Despite the speed at which I flew
For the way that light drew
Flowers from the soft
Welcoming dirt that bloomed
Like a colorful sea of miracles
I'll never be able to pick.
I look forward
Hoping for a break from nostalgic stress
And instead I am met with a wall of darkness
Almost as vast as the fear
It instills in my chest cause
I don't even know where these train tracks lead and
Having a destination is something I need but
How can I have that if I can't even see
All I got is this growing sense of foreboding
Floating on the breeze.
You see,
I remember the long summer nights when
I would knock on each neighbor's door
Asking if they could play and
They'd say sure
So we'd play cops and robbers
Shooting flashlights like mobsters
Til the calls of our mothers
Dragged us to bed.
Now
I don't even knock.
I long to sit around the dinner table
Laughing with my family but now I'm unable
My sports got too serious
Traffic making mom furious
Brother gotta keep that 4.0
Grade point average like a genius
So we each stop by the kitchen
Like it's a drive thru Checkers
Leaving me yearning for the time
When family meals were a given
Every weeknight
But maybe someday
The dinner table will turn
And my child won't feel
Like I do.
I'm already stressed
And I got high school next year
Not to mention college
Balancing
Expansion of knowledge
With athletics and a social life I need some leverage
Like gaining purchase on the black hole of my uncertain future but
There are no given's to be purchased
So I'm giving it my all to keep my head in the air
Before I drown in this fear
Of not succeeding despite
All the opportunities I keep receiving
The water's steadily rising
The light's receding
It's getting harder and harder and harder to keep breathing.
And I gotta make a living
But got no ideas on how
My hope's beginning to Lil Wane cause
I'm trying to silently work my way
To his level but physics says that's not aloud
Maybe I could
Ball like The Brow or just
Work in a factory line but with these machines coming in now
They do those jobs even faster and better cause somehow
Their programming's too complex to be vexed by
Such simple human subjects
And I don't even know
What they're gonna learn next'
This uncertainty is killing me like not getting that reply text cause
If I cant prepare for the hurdles ahead
And I turn out a mislead
Unwed
Pointless pollutant of a pothead
I think the disappointment of my family
My self
And my friends
Would force me six feet under
Straight into my coffin.
See,
On one side lies the luminous light of my loving childhood
Slowly fading like the scars
On my half grown up knees
And on the other the darkness
Of a fear-filled future
Proliferating my day to day unease
So I'm using these ragged breaths
To push out this final cry
I hope you're hearing me just like the Warriors fans
In the Oracle
On game night
I wish
I could reverse
Time
But however I try
I can't contrive a way out of these skinny jean tight confines
Cause whichever way I align
These monsters inside me unwind me
But unlike Rihanna we are not friends
Cause their shouts drown out the voices of reason in my head
Growing louder
Monsters patiently waiting for my vision to turn a bloody red
Patiently waiting for me to stray too far
Into the dark
So they can sink their sharp talons
Into my weary brain
Patiently waiting for me to slip
From the light
Of my childhood home
So they can turn my train
Onto their tracks
Patiently waiting
For me
To grow up
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