The Glitz & Glamour Of Pain – Day 10, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

What’s hidden in plain sight,
Will come to light,
When most begin to read in between every line within this playwright called,
Life.
All my time,
Is now dedicated to the raw might of faith,
A pen and piece of paper for every night I’ve grown tired of wasting.
Why?…

I mean,
Why get closer to the one enclosure below us where,
Endless souls become spit-roast for the sin they’ve boasted about,
For clout,
And a kiss from harlots while being acknowledged by a clown,
Who thinks they are the “it” factor?
Yet,
When you break them down and simplify their character,
Only a fraction of of their truth is true with nothing left to offer but an excuse,
Splitting them in half as the two-faced fool,
They thought they’d never become,,,

But,
Life gets complicated whether or not,
You’re at the top or bottom in a city rotting from its insidious nature bound in its slums.
Pervading every mind it touches by the smell of its greed,
Power and lust.
The smoke streaming from the pit of every barrel spun,
In the name of another hit and run,
Streetwalkers and limitless amounts of drugs…

It’s a shame what most of us have done,
For a chance to be noticed while being number one!
Just to be alone at the end of it when things crumble up,
While becoming everybody else’s punchline after every line of weed smoke puffed.
No metaphors are needed to describe a tragedy,
Happening to so many trapped between,
The idea of what they’re supposed to be,
From what others in a moldering world expect…

We’re not here to live frivolously while leaving our doubters in stitches.
We often confuse laughter and success with the sense of leaving aching souls decaying in ditches,
When,
At the end,
What we all really want is someone who can make us feel alive and grin in,
A world where we don’t feel the need to sit back,
Drown in a six-pack with a spliff while it all goes,
Pitch-black as we grimace…

A darkness most cannot withstand,
Without proper guidance out of a cave tumbling down from the whiplash,
Of their heads against each wall representing their broken heart through every crack,
As their blood pours…
Illuminating pain in an image others couldn’t see coming from the other side of their bedroom doors…
But,
A rebirth occurs with enough faith,
Where our dead spirit reawakens if we,
Just lay in the bed we are truly meant to make…