Traverse

This is one of my favourite poems. For no particular reason. It also nearly got published twice. The first time I procrastinated with the authors release form until it was too late. The second time I decided I didn't want to get it published in the particular publication that was interested, so I didn't send in the authors release on purpose. (Edit: Well balls to that apparently they decided they would publish it anyway. I'm very disappointed. I really didn't want to be associated with that particular publication.)

Has anyone heard of Mat Kearney, if not check out his song "Girl America", I don't know what genre to call him, acoustic rap? Tyron and Ross will definitely say pop.

Traverse

I have been done and dusted,
Cold in my heart where I have trusted.
Throw up my hands it's hardly fair,
Call out for help shoot off a flare.
Thunder in dark skies and thunder in my heart,
Fall on gravel roads; I began with a hard start.
Clawing my way to this mountain top,
Hardened hands from struggling, hardened heart when I stop.
Crying at a difference in equality,
Dieing in deep pool of iniquity.
Falling down, discarding crowns, but you never let me drown.
Through the depths I wade, through the depths I've made, too fast I fade,
Thank God, you save.
Bound in misery, I forget about destiny, I create a new history.
Fists on distant shores, fists in church halls, fists make new bruises on old sores.
Love expiring, love in the line they're firing, love they're no longer buying.
Built up on selfishness, fed on desire,
They build their little towers, they try to get higher.
I am no longer in that contest, no longer in conquest,
No longer in pursuit, searching out for a silver lining, a lifestyle of whining and dining.
No longer do I crave what is not yet dust, what has not yet fallen away,
I don’t want what will never remain, I want it your way, I live for your day.
On a bended heart on bended knees, I struggle against apathy,
It is my own personal hypocrisy, but this is the trophy snapshot I've taken,
I stand one foot on top of me, pose for the flash I’ve got victory.