You've Gone

 I remember altogether underneath the weather, hopes, dreams shining like sun beams.  you know what it means I don’t and it seems So filled with passion and the will for action we thought for sure that you would have some traction. headed get to your dreams we all watched thinking you’d succeed, that you’d be winning. but the wheels only kept spinning. as you’re gas tank filled with opportunity, slowly drained cause you couldn’t cope with the pain, slowly your fuel switched to cannabis, making you a fool and your soul analogous with actionlessness. You were stuck in a rut, it was to late you didn’t give a fuck, you didn’t care that you were stuck. but can I blame you? none of us knew what to do, so I don’t shame you. To drive this car called life I sure as hell know it’s hard to do it right. and once the rut formed your soul got torn. trying to get over that earth form, you didn’t know what to do, to afraid fix you
 
Man you must be tired of callin me a liar been watching apathy, spectating catastrophes, corpses cut down by misery, soulless shells walking in the streets, love underneath the sheets but it’s just for lease. with that green heat can’t accomplish many feats,  I just stood shy watching this pass by don’t say I shouldn’t mind when your high, could this be the last time I see you in your prime, check my rhyme
 
I feel like the green giant tricked you but I think you let it, you could’ve gotten out  early but you had to test it. we didn’t realize the affect it had on you’re dreams, until finally you told me that you didn’t want to spread your wings, All you want to do know is smoke another bowl and let the weed take it’s toll. You say each nug feels like a different drug, another doorway to somewhere that you hope will be enough.where you trying to get? whats that destination definite. the one that doesn’t need dedication is it filled with celebration? because you leave me contemplatin if I made a declaration that you’re family bro would that give you any consolation tho?
 
this ride this ride, must be tired of callin me a liar. been watching apathy, spectating catastrophes, corpses cut down by misery, soulless shells walking in the streets, love underneath the sheets but it’s just for lease. with that green heat can’t accomplish many feats,  I just stood shy watching this pass by don’t say I shouldn’t mind when your high, this could be the last time I see you in your prime, now check my rhyme
 
I’ve been quiet bout it, but now I’m ripping,shouting. It’s not a big show if it don’t take control il but on you it’s gotta firm ass hold, all you do is listen to what you’re told if it said to off yourself you’d say “Sold”. and because of that it pisses me off you’re life is yours but when I tell you this don’t scoff. I’m tired of this crazy train like where the fuck do I get off? I cant handle your inner pain. it’s hard for me to stand strong when I’m watching your soul sing the swans song every time you hit the bong. You used to be fused with the will to produce truth used to be all full part, but now your just a wisp in the dark with a listless heart, fallin all apart damn, you some card
 
Man you must be tired of callin me a liar I watching apathy, spectating catastrophes, corpses cut down by misery, l soulless shells walking in the streets, love underneath the sheets but it’s just for lease. with that green heat can’t accomplish many feats,  I just stood shy watching this pass by don’t say I shouldn’t mind when your high,this  could be the last time I see you in your prime,
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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