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The Release
Just sit back and let it flow......
Here it is.....
One more time- I'm turning to these rhymes,
It's my only outlet- A way to release my mind.
From the pressures I feel- From this fucked up world,
Sometimes I feel I just wanna curl- Up into a ball and let myself die,
Just to get away- From all of these lies,
And the tears that I cry- From the thoughts of having nothing,
Nothing but this pen and these words- Trying to find something.
I wanna be heard- I want the world to feel me,
But damn it's hard to play with this hand that life chose to deal me.
And sometimes I get the feeling- That everybody's against me,
I'm like a dog trapped in a yard by metal fencing.
Chewing and gnawing- Trynna dig a hole to escape,
And the encagement makes me meaner- Increasing it day by day.
So I release it on to this page- Openly displaying my rage,
Poetically expressing it- As I take center stage.
This is all that I've got- My only way out,
Completely speaking my mind- Without ever opening my mouth.
That's what this is about- Freeing myself,
From the imprisonment of life- So everyday I sit back, relax and write.
It's all I have left- To escape the stress in mind,
It's my passage way to freedom- Every word, ever rhyme, every line.
Michael C. Lucas
