The sweet sunrise

relies on sight

to be set alight in

sleepy eyes.

And I belay a revelation,

my spiritual constipation,

emotional indigestion

is naught but desecration

of my constant lack of

literary motivation.


So CREATE and end this

simplicity cyst.

Break free from swollen dreams

of token themes and

trolling seems to me

to be a man is

a never ending last stand

against the wall.


Stand tall never falter

and I over extend my

last chance to be

what those who taught me

fought for me lost with me

always dreamed I’d be

and I lost to complacency.



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