Unspoken knowledge, locked away in my memory
Not knowing my inspiration, as my pen scripts these lines
Even when I’m wrong, I’m right as it came from my mind
Not knowing my own ability, frustration builds up
My pressure veins burst, I’m left unconscious
But somewhere deep in my mind I’m still awake
A spontaneous outburst and the world’s a better place
Pride comes before destruction
And in a heartbeat all my glory is taken away
Fighting to stay alive
Contemplating…
Kill or be killed!
Sinister thoughts overthrow my fears
Last man standing, conversing with death
My actions maybe wrong but my heart is in the right place
I close my eyes and pray this is a dream
Wake up and I’m alone on this corn field
Picking corn, looking for shade, burrowing my tears
Hoping this drought would end
What I’m saying to me makes no sense!
A divine intervention is the purpose of my Lent
Living in an unjust world, that will soon come to an end
All this while thinking, where the hell my emotions went?
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