it’s really here huh..!!
The new year,
17 days down
17 times the sun has dawned,
Yet 70 times i had to Rise
i have fallen
asleep,
fallen short of sleep,
i have slipped and fallen,
See,
I arrived at an age destination where
giving up is a way out,
Peers giving in to drugs/beer addiction,
At an age with infinite possibilities
still,
an age where you witness your dreams get Strungled
and you watch as they choke death,
An age where the Struggles for identity is real,
An age where you might loose yourself trying to find yourself,
where we live life on the verge of a thrill,
An age where we so close to the edge,
So everymorning i kneel for a Prayer to Most High
to keep Sober through the day.
Poet Rays?
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