Through the Cracks
12/15/22
Among a society
Obsessed with notoriety
I get occasional anxiety
Can't always find privacy
Still a battle with sobriety
A drawn out process or soon to pass
Continual polluted gas
Another disillusioned ass
Followed by yet again brutal acts
I'm always falling through the cracks
Down beside sewer rats
Couldn't find me on Google maps
Who is god?
I always move along
Through the fog
Never meaning to do it wrong
Continually my life in question
Like I never go in the right direction
Too much time and bedlam
A struggle with a Jekyll and Hyde complexion
Who know's if I'll find ascension
Climb to heaven
Like the legend
A lot
'Round the clock
Ceasing to stop
They think it's a crock, but it is not
Easily I don't place such beliefs
A continual junk heap
The problems run deep
Yet again smoked and drunk myself to sleep
Growing strong
The journey continually goes on
So much keeps going wrong
Sometimes feel like I just don't belong
I'm not even that close to mom
Just not the same as it once was
Paid for it in some blood
Gave it all much love
Yet still they just judge
It makes me upchuck
From sundown to sunup
They always try to one up over such stuff
Time has exemplified
A near endless genocide
Continually being swept aside
Poisoned by pesticide
Never been rectified
The culprit remains unidentified
I stall or march
This has nothing to do with Hallmark
Most are all bark
We are just not in the same ball park
Still making a small spark
Barely able to afford products from Walmart
Soon to fall apart
I could care less about the latest fashion
I go until the point of being blasted
Wake up with no idea of what happened
Down to my last ration
Until the next cash in
During hard times it took adrenaline and passion
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2023
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