20
Nineteen now,
You’d think I’d try take on the world.
They say it’s at my hands,
For how long tho I question,
See I’m here writing this poem
Feeling some kind of tension.
I’m lying in the dark,
Asking has my life fallen apart?
Felt like it ended in the summer,
hit me like a hummer,
Imma try start like an engine,
Get back up and revving.
Still here unWilling
Yet Will be my name
So at times when I’m grinning
It just be for a frame
A photo can last a lifetime
But how long is that?
Juice said we won’t make it past twenty-one
I’ll graduate 2:1, minimum at that
See nineteen was a lightyear away
Buzzing when I saw that day
Never thought I’d see it
Planned to never make it
See my Grandma told me not too,
Couldn’t put my family through the news
We’ve never really had luck
Not been blessed with the Irish chuck
Now we're in 2020
So this year, I’ll turn 20.
Making it thru first year
Tryna keep my vision clear
But unlike Owen
This ain’t how the plan be going
Yet like him I got voices
Telling me to do better
Same as every teen
Voices in us all, bet ya
Pressure getting to us all
That's all too relatable
Looking to the Skye for help
Cross wrapped round my neck
So God’s placed close to my chest
The pains all in my head
Father’s got my back
Not just God but my Dad
Ain’t a poacher like Klose
So not always in the right place
Guidance all around me
So I ain’t pulling a worried face
Not great with attention
Socialising takes its toll
Yet I still crave affection
Nothing is an easy stroll
Guess that’s part of getting older
Growing up ain’t the one chief
Have burdens on my shoulder
Till the day someone lays my reef
Copyright © William Grimsey | Year Posted 2020
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