Destiny

I'm so lost- Everyday is a constant struggle,

It seems I'm poor- So I have to emotionally hustle.

The streets of Life- I'm standing on the corner of my mind,

Waiting for someone to pass- Steadily watching the time.

I write rhymes- To try and help ease the pain,

To take me away from these poverty stricken streets in my brain.

It's ashame- I'm walking these streets alone,

Battling my own conscience- Facing everything on my own.

It's not right- For me to be alone in this place,

I recognize nothing- How do you fight an enemy with no face.

Lost in space- It's like my thoughts have been laced.

With constant depression- As the darkness reigns,

My skies are cloudy- I'm faced with constant rain.

And constant pain- It's like my heart has been stained.

With the tears from mind- 'Cuz they leak down my insides,

Falling onto my heart- That's how this man cries.

Because on the streets of my mind- Tears are a weakness,

A flashing red sign- Notifying your soul,

That you have broken down and you are no longer whole.

So I'm stuck in this hole- Still feeling lost,

The pain is taking it's toll- Am I supposed to emotionally grow?

Some how on this journey I even gave up on God,

It seems even he has abandoned me- Like a kid on the side,

Of the road, in the cold, without a soul in sight,

It's like he gave me this battle without the strength to fight.

I even wrote to him twice- Asking him to show me the light,

At the end of this tunnel of self-destruction,

Instead- He gave me a world full of self-corruption.

In my eyes- That ain't about nothing,

So I had to try and do something.

To get myself off of these abandoned streets in my head,

So in my eyes- The world became dead.

I learned to live- Taking life one day at a time,

The future is tomorrow- That's as far as it goes on my timeline.

But still I'm lost- In an unknown place with no map,

Can't find my way out- Where's the escape route at?

So still I'm hustling- Emotionally pushing,

Searching for some sort of cushion- Or relief from the hurt.

I'm mentally doing dirt- Hopefully in time,

I'll get what I deserve- And the world will hear my words.

I'll escape these emotional streets- No more visible deceit,

No more unpaved roads- My mind will be a temple.

Where the words just flow- Like a fountain,

Being released by my pen- I have to win.

The world will see the best of me- Maybe God will intervene,

I'm still lost- Thinking and wondering,

If these poverty stricken emotional streets are my destiny.





Michael C. Lucas


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I usually feel I'm destined for greatness and to be remembered.. but at times I wonder if that's just a dream and if I'm really destined tobe just another person. That's what this is about, as well as i painting a picure of how I feel. Do you see it?

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poetvg's picture

i love this poem

Mary Jane's picture

I follow this thought with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat....This thread is metaphorically vivid with beautiful signs of a life to be discovered. Lovely...thank you for sharing your thoughts...they do make a difference in this unseeemingly callous world.
~Peace

Jen Taylor's picture

I tried to email this but your email address is well you know...so just erase it
I think your poetry is definitely growing better. As far as what I think, I think it best to keep positive and not dwell too long on what you've already dealt with for such a long time already. In my personal opinion we all have something we are destined to do or destined to become. And we don't find that by sitting around messing up in our wait, asking for forgiveness and then doing it again in a continuous circle. Just because this comfortable circle works for you doesn't mean that it is the best thing for you or your growth. I think we find our destiny and life answers by being patient, most importantly by being close to God. See there seems to be this false perception that God is outside of us, like when we pray to Him we pray outside of ourselves, but the way I'm seeing it is that if I've asked Him for forgiveness and accepted Him into my soul then He is now a part of me and I need to meditate within and quiet my fleshly mind to let His words flow through me. Example: Bible readers say that the Bible is inspired by God but written by men. Men who had the spirit of God inside of them just like men/women today who have the same but do not use their gift. And I feel like utilizing that gift is the way in which I have to go to know what my destiny is. -Just a thought.
Also you should not let yourself be so easily defeated within yourself is all the answers you need and all the healing you need. You are stronger and smarter than you even know.
Smile! The day is bright! and you are alive =o)