I’m writing this because I entered a seven day challenge in my skill share course. I want my poetry to take people’s breath away. I want them to remember themselves. So here it goes.

 

The Effect of Running Astray

I woke up today, with yesterday on my mind; why does time pass by so easily? It’s like breathing. I smoked 5 spliffs this morning, just to ease me; I am breathing in. I happened to stumble across an old jazz trio on youtube. They happen to be an islamic jazz trio, they call themselves black unity; and as i sit here playing the album, heaviness flows within me. I’m remembering the reason why I started. Have I grown that far apart from myself?