Time To Pass
Time to pass,
Your dumb a**,
Stuck up in that cell,
A twisted human hell,
Crack cocaine?
My blood you’re insane,
Eighteen years old,
A young mind still to mold,
Bile on my breath,
Waiting for what’s left,
You need to pass this test,
And rest-
Knowing you did;
Your own personal best,
To revive your future years,
And quell your family’s tears,
But nothing cracks your thick skull,
Memories like a wave’s lull,
Face me when it comes to you,
You are my blood through and through,
But I don’t know if I can sit here,
And feel vibrations of each tear,
Frisk my cheek,
My heart is weak,
With you behind-
Vertical lines-
An impossible journey for hope,
Greeting the end of my rope,
Stuck deep in a hole,
Like a garden mole,
But you don’t see light,
You must fight,
For your own sanity,
Despite the calamity,
Of the situation you’re in,
No matter how grim-
Your days feel,
Knowing what’s real,
Will keep your soul alive,
It’s a bit of a dive,
To the bottom;
But you’re on your way,
Behind steel you’ll stay,
If it gets to that point-
I can’t comprehend or understand,
What made your mind tick, a clocks hand,
Drove you in deeper,
Listen to your keeper,
Do what you need to-
Just so you-
Can survive,
Inside,
Stay alive,
My blood, keep your head high,
Though others try,
To bash goals,
It takes tolls,
To not see the grass,
Time to pass-
In that cell,
I feel your hell,
And examine why-
You won’t just try.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2011
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