Fragments of my fractured heart falling apart at the seams;
i crawl towards the fading light,
in my mind logically interweaved thoughts of my parents lost identity
a false believe they held from the craddle to the grave
i uncover stories they never heard
for fortune favors only the brave
i've seen better heads on nickel beers!
she told me what i do is a leap in the dark,
but i can't rear a false identity
within my heart resides pain big around as a molasses barrel
in my mind thoughts and ideas quarrel
but accepting that this is who i am will be a theory for the lost
The true evidence of a heart speaking with its loud mouth and procraying the silent significance of it role on emotions, I really adore this write brother, it reflects a poem wrote on feelings with indeed emotions flowing down the pen to the paper, keep it up mate The_African_Son
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