I wrote a poem last night

I wrote a poem last night

I was sitting in the park
way after curfew time
as the night grew dark
I found inspiration for this rhythm and rhyme

I wrote a poem last night

This morning I fixed my speaker and mic
That can only mean today I'll be basking outside exclaiming my woes
Shedding poignant poetic proverbs like a lunatic
While allowing my heart to heal from these insane flows

I wrote a poem last night

I prayed to God this morning
Who is somewhere in a strange place called heaven
Where hides himself and watch us mourning
Looks at us and pretends he does see we sinking deep into depression

I wrote a poem night

And I asked God this morning to help me express my words
and heal my heart from all this pain
Let my spirit soar freely like these birds
To help me stop seeking closure from cocaine

I wrote a poem last night

I am about to perform it now
As the crowds wander by
and other's have stopped somehow
watching and wanting to understand now

I wrote a poem last night

Now I preparing to perform
The current set-up; a mic stand, a guitar, an offering basket, and a tall guy
This is my platform
This is what helps me not want to die

I wrote a poem last night

And I am going to be performing it
Today, All day, All around this big old mean city
(Suicide thoughts also deserve a home)