Could the salty fluid seeping through my eyelids possibly speak louder than the deafening screams I cry?
Penetrating the ears of those whom I could care less if they heard
But simply becoming mute to the ones I wish could intake the only breaths of my voice that revealed to them my final words.
Final words in which I still cannot bare to put together.
Final words that would remain with them forever.
So as you take your final breath away from the suite you paid dues in and rented from the one Above,
Ill hold on to the moments in time that we shared our love
Everything must come to an end sooner or later. Many times it comes without notice, but some times one is aware of it. So how do you say goodbye when you are aware those words must soon come? When "soon" eventually reaches "now," and time continues to move against one's will.
There are even those who vow to sacrifice their life for something they will leave this world without. Young kids fighting and dying for blocks of cement they call their territory. Wearing colors that signify signing their life away on a contract with invisible ink. Or people killing themselves for the minute of satisfaction with drugs, bad eating habits, etc.
However, goodbye does not only come to those who have passed away, but it can also be directed towards change or old habits. Leaving behind things that once held you back in life, or things that helped you grow in skill and it has become time to say goodbye in order to excel and demonstrate what you have learned.
This blogging began with the goal of proving that Def Poetry should actually be considered Poetry. I was originally going to prove this by using Robert Pinsky's book, "The Sound of Poetry," as a source that I would either agree or disagree with. But after the third or fourth blog, I went off course. Saying goodbye to Pinsky, and Hello to my interpretation of Def Poetry and introducing this new version of expression to people that had no clue about it.
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