Living in gunshots is hard

As a little boy not being able to experience life and its greatness

Feels like two walls are closing in crushing me Not being able to see the light Im in the darkness Not being able to feel like living What's my version of life Being able to see the light No more running no more being chased No more frowning it's time to wake Glass shattering around me Sirens of cars bowling People screaming out their lungs The only way to get rid of it is to face it, gunshots rolling my ears I can feel its near, mother and father nowhere to be seen living in death maybe not yet, opening the creaking door running till I got nothing left, smoking up my shoes, for how far I've come, it's more than success.

Surviving the terrors but there is more to come, walking into an orange bomb, dust in my eyes, can't see right, looking out as people take their last breath, as a kid digging in my thoughts, what is it like to die, what is it like to be in paradise, what is it like to feel life.

Hearing gunshots around being aware of my surroundings, people busting people's doors, terrors and screams oh lord, walking with respect, looking at people frowning, as a walk through the wastelands of my hometown, remembering the last step, being the better version of yourself, fearless, maybe not so much, looking into a broken door, peaking into it seeing the poor old souls, as a kid I don't know what's happening, thinking its just another tragedy, as a kid, never being able to experience a good life. Feeling like the great depression.

People looked at me in surprise as I walked out from the clouds, seeing the damage done, it had just begun, as a child not knowing what it feels like to be curled, with two parents in sight, its time to fend for myself, looking as people are in despair, holding there hand out at me, I feel a tight though, seems like it's my imaginations, as I look back, nobody is holding me back, all I see is nobody, thinking maybe im a nobody, its final, life is a great fight, as I close this book, looking into the crowd as they clap and cheer, now that's my version of success.