Black on Black Arts
Black on Black Arts Poems
Waking up back hurting.
Sun in my eyes, mosquito bites on my skin I begin to itch.
Swating away flies I get up from my concrete bed.
Bloodshot eyes see blurry in the light from crying myself
to sleep at night.
I've hit rock bottom but it feels like rock bottom has hit
me as I wander aimlessly for food and shelter.
Just a little taste to curb my growling stomach.
Water ever so important now more than ever as my lips dry
and crack from thirst.What do I do now?
I pray but they go unanswered.
Don't wanna go on living anymore my pain unbearable slowly
Times when i use to be happy.
Times that use to be fun.
Now that times have changed there are none.
Thinking about times, when there were always good days.
Now that there gone I just wanna run away.
Remembering life as so sweet and bliss.
Hard times have come and it's those days that I miss.
Looking in the mirror the only thing I can see is me.
And the blurred reflections of the way life use to be.