Markings of an underdog
I open up.
Start climbing off the bottom.
Without a dollar in my pocket.
Losing track of myself.
Down on my luck.
All my thoughts are racing away.
How could I be stuck?
I felt like I was making progress,
Till I looked up.
I was right back where it all started from.
Some one dial 911...
There's holes in my back, a gash that stretches down my neck into my chest.
I ain't Dr. Dre, but my head keeps ringing.
There's a split down my hip and rip down my knee.
My brain is swollen, three spots on my brain; steady leaking.
There's pins and needles dancing from the tops of my shoulders
down my arms to the tips of my fingers.
The screws, pins and plates
keep everything in place.
for this pain,
it's the only way to cope.
When it subsides,
I can only hope
to keep a smile on my face...
Through all the rain, I'm basking in the sun.
I'm so sky-high, yet so grounded
I can see, yet I'm color blinded.
My brain's in pieces, why don't have peace of mind?
Feet planted in the soil, standing firm,
flexing, barking, drooling and growling.
Spitting, scratching, clawing, gnawing...
stronger and stronger.
The under dog is ready to give chase.
Prepared to run a wiser race.
Desperate for what I yearn.
The underdog will always get what he deserves.
Copyright © matt T. love | Year Posted 2010
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