Audonus Taylor's a Cliche Oddysey In Hip Hop Vernacular
Through the shades of pain,
Eyes can only read rage and madness,
Encumbered tenants of the
residence where crack lives,
He wants to travel but cannot
afford an atlas,
Dope game forced on him with
no time to practice,
Tries to force himself to sleep
through all the sadness,
Breathing corruption, deep
breathed and maskless,
Dreaming of home but he doesn't
know where that is,
Because his mother has broken
dreams and cracked lips,
He sleeps with pictures of perfect
places he ought to see,
He needs advice that's full of love
and fatherly,
His dad is gone, so where the hell
could father be?
On second thought he thinks
why let it bother me?
The liquor bottles seductively
whisper swallow me,
The liquid drowns the strong mind
that ought to be,
He equates each breath with
Homer's Odyssey,
Hoping the dreams of his Ithica will
someday whisper follow me,
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
