You know those times when you want all your pain to go away? Because at the end of the day, you don’t think your going to make it due to the impact its causing on your life. You begin to act like people don’t love you, you begin to hope for your time to go because death is easier, and sometimes you even begin to doubt if there is a God. With all that pain, you just wish somebody could just rob you of it all. Well today, due to it’s the end of the week, imagine all your pain being taken away. I know some of you may think its silly but just work with me. They say if you can dream it you can achieve it. So we are about to dream it. Imagine a life full of positive and fulfilling thoughts. Imagine a life grief free. Imagine a life where dreams are everyday thoughts and nightmares don’t exist. Imagine a life where fear becomes excitement and losses become wins. Imagine a life where you and I can finally sleep peacefully.
I’m here to take away the things you hate,
I collect the things that sometimes determine your fate.
Give me the death of your loved one,
Give me the birth of your deformed son.
Hand me the pain you had when you were diagnosed with HIV,
Hand me the pain when you couldn’t be all you could be.
Pour me the tears you cried when he said he did not love you,
Pour me the tears you cried when she started acting brand new.
Send me the grief you obtained when your dreams were taken away,
Send me the grief you felt when you talked to God, but you had nothing to say.
Bring me the anger you felt after your best friend walked out,
Bring me the anger you feel when people say friendship is what its all about.
Let me take the disappointment of the thought of you failing,
Let me take the disappointment of the thought of you bailing.
Allow me to confiscate the struggle you had growing up,
All me to confiscate the struggle you had when your friends did not want to say “what’s up”.
Give me your disdain for certain members in your family,
Hand me the envy you have for me.
Let me capture the harsh feelings you have towards her for what she did,
Let me capture the lack of motivation you have had since you were a kid.
Cough up the words you used to lie,
Cough up the words you used when you said, “I just wish you would die!!”
I want it all from the grief, the hate, the struggle, to the disdain,
For you will be a new man…robbed of all your pain.
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Very powerful, Ian..
ReplyDeleteThat poem goes hard!
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