Burdens

I’ve learned most of my lessons on writing from a young man from Algeria. So I dedicate most of this towards him. But to my spiritual mentor as well. For his words of wisdom to be able to use today.

I’ve been working on my poetic skills, they’ve improved tremendously!

It’s all thanks to a guy I’ve never met, his name I can’t pronounce, and he tells me so many horrendous things.

Like how I can’t do, so many different kinds of jinxing, writing is all around, but the walls are peel-in, seems kinda steamed.

Must be from all the smoke, don’t drink, that means no mead, lungs are precious, no cigarettes, so unfortunately, no weed.

At the end of the night, there’s so many things that we all want, but at the end of the day, it’s what we really need.

For him, it’s the Djinn that you don’t want to let in, the evil spirit Djinn, is so scary, so maybe scream!

His life sounds so awful, he’s told me so many terrible stories, with countless themes.

But we both have our religions, that will keep us both very clean,

I’ve learned god will always hold our hands, and forgive, while never being seen,

He’s always there. Guiding us, giving us a shoulder to use, that we can always lean,

Jesus healed us of all our sin, but he’s never forgotten, was never mean.

I’ve been working on my poetic skills, they’ve grown exponentially.

I have so many goals, but they never lineup, with all my dreams,

I can see it, I’m being chased, demons catching up to me.

They want what we all have, money is the answer, it’s the key.

Clearly the monsters want everything from us, it’s money, it’s greed!

If I take a bite from this apple, I will pay, never be payed, I will bleed,

But I’ve chosen a brighter path, narrow and more space, while others get cramped, nobody nice to meet.

While going to the same exact place. No entrance, unless you have an actual seat.

So I’m going to have to make a full stop, swing around, while making a complete retreat,

I know that being saved, will taste so much better, not bitter, you could say sweet.

I know that I’m a fresh sapling, grown from a small seed,

One day I hope to be more than just me, but a brute tree,

One day you’ll see, I’ve been saved, I’ve been set free….

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