Whatever done in the dark....
The light bulb heats, diseased thoughts disperse like roaches
it makes my skin crawl upon notice
still, i'm underneath focused
because I seen a roach on the wall by the side of my bed
waiting until lights out so it can crawl in my head
as I dream Im picturing police raid, looking to stick charges like webs
they feast on a young dealers profits like eggs
like eggs my bank account read
somebody must've known I would walk in these steps
cause my dreams spelled out the future correct
now I pay attention to where I invest
now I pay attention before they infest
Posted Jun 26, 2022, 6:33 PM UTC
I like the power you put into this through your provocative diction. Your choice of bolded words accents this.
Your rhythm is nicely done, as well, and the tone of voice matches it perfectly.
That singular letter change in the last two lines, to completely change the meaning between the former and the latter - the execution of it, and tying your entire poem together like that - is wonderful.
Thank you, your analysis is very moving