
Fighting for a solace
That seems out of my reach...
I am struggling not for possessions
But to be free...
I'm Giving the Best
With all, that I've Got...
Going aimlessly
Throughout my implements
I don't have a lot...
When my mind
Can't nap,
How do I sleep?
When I'm comfortless,
Who will comfort me?
When I'm short of breath,
Who will help me breathe?...
My eyes are filled with
Tears...How can I see?
Imagine I have a miracle
Where will it lead??
Out of everything in the world
I only wanted to be me...
About the Creator
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)
β Public Diary, of an Urban LGBTQ Poet
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