As I got back into my workout regimen today, I was in my feelings about all the things that had taken place lately. I needed an outlet, so I decided to write this poem.
Shattered windows. Shattered dreams. Ulterior motives it seems. Pieces of him. Pieces see of me. It’s just too bad the blind are the first to . Legacies undone. A man gone before the sun. Set on his life. Fatherless kids gloom amongst the ranks. Souls torn for they have witnessed the Shawshank before the redemption. It’s sad because some may never get this. The past remain the present with heavily coated makeup. Covering up all the blemishes. Showing the beautiful exterior when it the interior that is “Still under construction.” Keep out and skull bones signs show there is imminent danger, but how can one know when the package has been adorned to protect?
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