The Death of Me

The risks that I take make statements

Trials and tribulations test my patience

I don’t want to stress as I digress

I might be blessed to be in the mess  

Grandiose schemes aren’t just pipe dreams

Justified means ensure I will be redeemed

Delusional delinquency may be the death of me

Half of me is sane; I don’t know about the rest of me

This may be the recipe; work then rest

I don’t let the work work me nonetheless

Maniacally laid plans just might work

I will rest in peace when I’m in the dirt

I don’t want to go to sleep; I don’t want to rest

I’m not stressed when I’m at my best

The company I keep keeps me encouraged

I always eat, so I’m never malnourished

I’m in another realm of feeling overwhelmed

I’ve been beyond the brink of how low a man can sink

I’ve been higher than the stars in the sky

Sometimes I want to die, and I don’t know why

Highs and lows, that’s just how it goes

I just take notes and get lost in my prose

Pros and cons are weighed on the regular

This world is full of prey for predators

I am a predator, I pray for my competitors

I mince metaphors, I don’t mince words

I’m my own editor, I rework words and move forward