NOT THE TIME....

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http://www.originalpoetry.com/now-is-not-the-time

NOW IS NOT THE TIME….

Now is not the time for poetry-
Now is not the time
For speaking with words refined
When my soul is bleeding
And I want to scream obscenities…

Now is not the time
To string pearl necklaces of words in rhyme,
When crushed by the harsh reality
Of the daily struggle to survive.

It’s a cruel and cold world out there
And it’s pulling me down under water,
While I want to scream and swear,
While I struggle to breathe, gasping for air,
The vortex is pulling me deeper still…
And the only way out is a little white pill…

The vultures circle above me in the sky,
Scavengers and predators chase me non-stop-
They want to eat my flesh and drink my blood
And tear me to pieces…
A pack of wolves want to gnaw at my every bone,
And to have a feast with flesh and feces
Until the break of dawn…
Now is not the time for poetry,
But it’s the time to get high
And drink Bacardi- coke to the last drop…

And when I wake up tomorrow around noon
I hope the nightmare would be gone-
Scavengers and predators
And poisonous black snakes-
They can’t scare me no more
Because I know I’ve got what it takes
To fight a battle that will end soon
And Then
Victory will be mine to claim
If I keep my eye on the aim!

March 11 2010
ZND