Fighting Ire
Turn my groaning being, into penitent singing
Upgrade my fickle heart, into its steady counterpart
Let the lifeless eruption within, bring me closer to Him
Let me die, hanging tree, don’t bereave me of the key
The lifeless, the perfect, the ones who didn’t do it
The docked ones, so beautiful, didn’t risk clutching a handful
The reckless, the mended, the ones who almost spent it
The seekers, the riders, the tank-less deep sea divers
Try and liiiiiiivvvee!
While I tip-tap on the keyboard, spittin’ rhymes
Help me to search my soul for the drum line
My chest is on fire, the wrong thought could quench
I’m stuck here speechless, my thoughts allllll bent!
I’m a dormant rock on the outside, it’s killin’ me
My insides are freaking out, what’s it tellin’ me?
You’ll never amount to much, if you don’t try
But my body yells, “Jusssst leeet meeee diiiiiie!”
The lifeless, the perfect, the ones who didn’t do it
The docked ones, so beautiful, didn’t risk clutching a handful
The reckless, the mended, the ones who almost spent it
The seekers, the riders, the tank-less deep sea divers
We all diiiiiiiieee!!
Copyright © 2020 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on December 10, 2020, by Ink Jot Kingdom.
