A throb of a heart crying out for justice,
In a world of shame and regrets.
It echoes off of the walls made of ignorance.
Wishing to be heard over the sound of its outward appearance.
The marks a tear imprinted,
On the cheeks of innocence.
Marking the flavor of desperation,
As it took its toll on the bottom of a corrupt system
The pain of a cut,
Thought deserved, but not true.
The sadness packed through a simple action,
Burdens all who observe such.
The scorched scents of a man desperate,
For redemption and love.
Yet reeks of the alcohol,
And sinful habits turned to in the darkest lights.
Cast away from society he rots,
Until the smell becomes unbearable for the upper echelon of society.
Where his legacy is lost,
As a nobody.
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PuisiThis is a collection of poetry that I wrote about insanity and other dark themes.
