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Here is a poem that I wrote on June 2nd, 2019 that was inspired by a period of time in my life in 2016.
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The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the water spout.
Down came all the rain and washed the spider out.
I don’t know about you, but my life feels like a drought.
How will I make it through when I’m emotionally In-N-Out?
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I could draw an S.O.S. or scream out loud mayday.
This life has been nuts and yet when’s my PayDay?
I committed and persisted, yet my life just found a way.
As if all of the build-up of promises never even had a say.
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Watching them succeed has me craving to feed greed.
Are these desires and dreams of mine a need?
Among the grass, I’m the new invasive weed.
Outside I look fine, but inside I just bleed.
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I say a lot that life is pain,
But God is our only joy.
Is my cute quote in vain?
Is God the imagination of a boy?
I’m a broken city invaded with shame,
Like when the ancient troops took Troy.
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I’m a small bug in a spider’s web: entangled.
A dropout loaded with debt: strangled.
Like dried-up roadkill: mangled.
Hung over the edge: dangled.
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But then I always remember.
That cold night in December.
When I left the Colorado Film School.
Hit the brakes hard and let the tires cool.
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I gave up my childhood dreams
To join someone else’s new team.
I exchanged libraries for sanctuaries.
My anxieties could crush my capillaries.
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Out came the beaming sun and dried up all the rain.
So then the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.
I had so much to gain and in the end it was all my own vain.
Always thought I was Abel, but I’m just Cain with all his disdain.
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