He gets wrapped up in his own self,
Thoughts come out all cathartic,
About the love that he had, and what’s making his heartache.
He talks in a free verse, clutching at rhyme,
About time spent drinking, doing drugs, doing time.
His idols have grown up, become famous rappers, At the end of their books while he’s stuck on one chapter.
He recycles lines, about how there’s no second chances, reusing lines, like these reused ambulances,
He’s crying for help, but he won’t take the answers,
So I guess there’s a time, when we should let him go and get older,
A fire so bright, but he just lets it smoulder.
Kevin Brown © 02.08.2016