All The Same Poem by Kevin Mireles

It's all the same.
Ain't no turn around
in this kid right now
‘cause the depth
of my darkness
is real deep.

And inside my spirit,
I close my mind's eye
‘cause I'm running out of luck,
but I can't seem to see

the far reaches
of the universe,
or the galaxy,
or wherever it is
god hides his dough.

So, I can snatch
a dollar to get by.
Don't you know?
I don't like to get high;

but, I do
sometimes to relax,
to get my mind off
of the fact
that this life
is a bullshit trap.

And, when the train
goes off the tracks,
I gotta go-I gotta go-
I gotta go momma
‘cause the streets
are calling me.

I gotta see
what's out there
on the hustle and grind.
I ain't a book worm
but I got my degree.

Can't you see?
The smartest kid
in this classroom is me.
‘Cause I raise my hand
when I don't know
the answer.

If you show me the way,
I would never get lost.
Show me how to fish
and all that, right?
Come on y'all,
carry the cross with me.

As I bare
with Jesus Christ,
used and crucified,
resurrected twice.
And yes,
I know this shit is nice,

but my voice never carries
any purpose,
so what's the point
— I'm hurting—you—
‘cuz I'm giving you the truth.

Can't you see,
that I'm skinny
and blackened in the eyes
‘cuz I don't like the prize.
Yet, the sea
beyond the horizon
is mine!


—Note from Poet: piece of writing that explores themes of despair, disillusionment, and the search for meaning in a harsh world.