Can I Taste It? Poem by grezlay figueroa

hmmmm
what seemed to me like an opportunity
was actually a final destination.
i seemed to have made things worse
hopeing it will only get better.
the plate that was put in front of me
i did not have the desensy to taste or atleast try it.
if it was offered to me maybe it was by good intentions?

i worry more now, then i ever did before.
when the rain pours it reminds me that it can pour a storm. alot more.
and i can do nothing about it
the whether men can only tell me whats going to happen in the next few days, but can he tell me whats to come in the days fade in?

when it rains ill bring an umbrella.
when it snows ill wear a warm coat.
when i have bad dreams ill close my eyes tight and pull up the covers.
but when i run out of oxygen and blood pours, i guess im done for.

no one really takes an eye for reality
but as for me
no i dont but atleast i try and see whats put out for me.
but how can ii do that when im scared to face whats real....