By Alfred Brown
This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.” I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015. The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.
14 -so tired
So tired
I’m dead
Dont feel right
In head
Need sleep
So bad
Cant get none
Im mad
Work hard
All day
Got no time
For play
Cant live
Like this
Waiting for
Some bliss
I need
Relief
I just get
More grief
Someday
I’ll rest
That will be
The best
Someday
Will come
Then i’ll say
Im done
C:
Someone take me far far away
Because i can’t survive another day
I need to leave i just can’t stay
I can not wait i can’t delay
So tired
Can’t think
I just want
A drink
But this
Wont slake
I could drink
A lake
Could take
A pill
Sleep and be
Tired still
Just not
Enough
Time to rest
It’s tough
Cause work
Wont stop
Not until
I drop
That day
Right then
Wont get up
Again
Cause that
Will be
rest that i
So need
14.5 -relief
Relief is a small word, but explains so much
R as in are you as real as your touch
E as in (h)e was always hanging around you
L as in (h)ell was where i felt bound to
I as in i am now the one you hold
E as in (h)e is now the one left in the cold
F as in f that guy you are mine evermore
Relief now my heart will feel never sore