No Melody Is Perfect

So,
So high!
Smoking all night,
Rolling up a tight joint that’ll help me float to the sky!
It just feels like,
It’s so right…
Why?
My,
Mind?
Will never know while I’m speeding on this highway!
Line,
By,
Line.
Until my ladder is tall enough for my entrance into heaven with a rhyme made,
To put together what alleviates so much of my pain…

A melody.
I wouldn’t have found if I allowed a fool to get the best of me.
Flowing my best as a poet invested to be the best in each and every!
Bout against the demons in my conscious…

Here’s the bottom line.
My,
Life!
Is one to be saved instead of buried for a profit.
I am the prophet making big changes overseen by God in,
A battle field I’ve lost in,
As I achieve victory through my losses…

I am God-sent!
As everybody else is.
Just,
Doing my best trying not to be selfish.
Because,
I am far from perfect!
Fighting just to keep myself from feeling helpless.
Enough to break my sobriety further with a drink held in,
A palm so exhausted from lifting up my own shoulders from the bottom of a hell,
Livid that I never gave in!
There’s nothing anyone can ever do to stop me from praying.
For a better day in,
A labyrinth of pain we’ve all made with,
Each decision where we chose not to be ourselves…