Turning Point

The city’s lights burn retinas

With the afterglow of shaky swirls while

Pretty head-ache flames crawl through the back

Of my skull as I’m sick a bit over

The sweetness of opportunity, which lays

behind every corner ready to be picked

Fuck that, I have the stamina

To keep going slow and steady, like a pearl

While my vision goes in frames overall, cracked

Art is dull when ticking whirs

With a seamless immunity from everyday

Unconfined mourning, and it finally clicked

That I just have to admit that

Nothing counts as much as tenacity

#poetry #city #motivation