Unveiling “The Higher Count”: Billy JnoHope’s Poem That Challenges Everything You Thought You Knew
Ever wondered why life’s soundtrack sometimes hits a sour note just when you need a flawless high? This poem dives headfirst into that chaotic slip—the world tumbling away too far, healing too slow, and the rhythm of success turning into a choke on the high note. It’s like trying to catch a melody that’s already slipped through your fingers, where hubris and shallow façades mask the silent cries for help. I find myself caught between admiration for its raw honesty and an aching curiosity: can we really mend a broken score before the curtain falls? Dive into this haunting piece and let’s wrestle with its tangled emotions together.
The world ends too far
We fall shortened
on life’s slippery hue
In coincidental moments
there’s a catch song
There’s rescue music
play till you heal
But you won’t heal in time
You ran out of lyrics
You stumbled out of rhythm
You choked on the high note
Score less than success
equals more reasons to sedate
Draw the curtain
suture the half light
Hubris on your web wall
suffocating spiel
Sociopathic klout measured in duck faces
Painted a help sign
in the middle of your eye
For those who were counted in a fist
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