Falling in the Trap of Self-Pity

Written by: Terrell Martin

Occasionally I have to catch myself 
From falling in the trap of self-pity
Wandering in this city -
This ain’t no joke I’m here.
Been so long can’t remember
Arriving that lonely long ago November
Or was it December of ninety-five?
Wish I could fly.  Every time I try
Boarding that jet airplane
Life in this God forsaken 
Paradise gets more insane.
And just who the hell’s to blame?
(Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s that looking past it all)?  Time 
To go now, 
Time to run
Past my shadow before I’m done.
Guess I’ll read more Robert Frost
And pray that airplane don’t get lost.