Blinding Darkness

06/2017
Acrylic on 9x12in paper.
Paint brush, instead of pen in my diary.
Ain't rush, in' to bed, gotta get these feels out, from inside of me
hit a lick or hit the lottery
pitch a fit, buss an artery
But i don't do stress
been too depressed
engulfed in darkness
God take this heaviness
off of my chest
is there a bless ing for me?
someone else must've been
praying silently,
I forget, how to pray for myself.
Left hand on six right hand on twelve,
Look how I've played myself.
Morning to night, so bright,
the light, piercing the dark, like, an idea
sun striped,
on my face, scrolling thru
pages for ages on social media.
How you make it look so easier
like a tease, I aim to people please, yeah?
I never need,
now I'm feigning ya.
Oh my, strange tings,
hit the nail on the head.
Oh like, pain tings,
reveal truth instead.
Find it amaz ing,
what you can do with all of those feels you hide up in there.
What are you waiting for my dear?