*in The Absence* Poem by Angelo H.G.

Blood on my shoes
in these footsteps
over charged when I payed my dues
hate I need a lot less
with an ounce more of hope
fill my cup and flow
truth doesn't require a microscope
now welcome to the show
in the absence
with no love, no heart, and no grace
armed robbery actions
the way they stole my place
should be out of this zone in a thrown
touching stars and swallowing flames
instead just alone
drizzle tears and gloomy frames
and memory is nails to my heart
now wheres my love? she's an hour late
save me I say to this art
damn is she too late I'ma have to take
the next train ohh great!