Freewrite - 28/07/23

[Diablo]

The dopest yet to hold a pen,
colder than the oceans depths.
Frozen in the motionless
tides that ebbed and flowed.
I’d ride the crests of most
while trying to get to home
Just to find myself alone
where I’d find myself.
Alone.
The nights are getting cold
and my days are getting shorter
Fully paid up living quarters
money safe in bricks and mortar.
Nothing changes, different corners
look the same to runaways.
The colours drain to dull and grey
as sun evades the summer rain.
I’m sullen faced and sunken-eyed
unashamed but drunk with pride.
The numbers ain’t enough to write about
but monthly pay has just arrived.
Another month survived on the planet
We just get by, but we manage,
It’s tough sometimes yet what matters
is we jump this ride while we have it.
Don’t judge me by what I have in
but the good inside of my character.
I’m nothing like you imagine
a humble guy but with talent
who loves to write and with passion
because my mind is a labyrinth.
You’re defined by your actions— so get it done
There’s no letting up beneath the cold setting sun.
Show them they’re wrong,
by proving them right,
losing their minds at you doing alright.
There’s truth in the lies and utterances
muttered in whispers under their lips.
A wagging tongue’s never kissed,
forever bit in hesitance.
I reminiscence on the emptiness
in the void that you left me with.
Every poisonous sentiment
behind the choices presented and
the enjoyment you felt from it
as you toyed with me questioning
everything said or done.
My second wind never come,
I felt it’s pinch then I run
headed in, slept for months
kept me hid fresh for summer.
The weather coloured the leaves
their reds becoming a green
the end of autumn would creep in
with heads adorning new seeds.
The spreading spores of the season
ready for their achievement
as berries form on the trees
where before there were seedlings.
The weather always preceded change
that’s the metaphorical meaning
After every fall there’s a period
of success to always complete it.
When your thoughts are egregious
and all your dreams are lost
Take a walk to see the constants
that the forestry forgot.