Broken Thoughts Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

We all have justifications for the things that we do.
I know this lion that will give many to you.

His son, the goat, tries to understand his cloudy views.
He has painted pictures with different colors and hues.

He tries to capture the emotion.
He stares at these pictures for hours without motion.

Breathing slowly trying to figure them out.
He's read many books, but nothing can tell this what this is about.

A year later he understands the reason for many things that are coming to light.
He's trying to fight this ever raging war, with all his might.

Forced to stand on the outside looking in.
Left to fend for himself and endure the ice cold winds.

He's not fully sure how long he has to stay here.
Not even sure if an exit from this icy world is near.

It's not too long before his heart and emotions match the climate around him.
His cup remains half-full or half-empty, never full to the brim.

He has learned to survive by thinking with his head.
He talks with facts, but people don't listen, cause their knowledge is widespread.