On scattered streets of old memories
Where shadows of previous frozen wounds thaw
This darkness of uncertainty is filled with dried perplex
moments
Isolated mind now nomadic
Hidden pain in the form of anger erupts
With each uncontrollable tear I ask the Most High why?
Needing wanting begging
For God to justify the taking of my brother's life
I shed tears with consistency on this doomed path of
destiny
Confused distraught and angry
Happiness no longer has a home in this vacant heart
The emptiness now resident bleeds for aesthetic sense of
togetherness
Telly Morris
Wednesday, July 03, 2013 at 12:19HRS
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