A Tribute - From Bastards of the New World
In the times of a life you become broken
& bruised but refuse to lay down
for any other soul. Feeling misused drunk
off hope & a muse to neglect all the memories
of pain. Feel a warmth in clouded skies
know that the rain pours inside when you open your eyes
to the present. Far from a gift
since the cord was snipped
you pray to a mirrored Godd cuz you hone Him.
Self divine love will get you sent to the morgue
& with chaos restored youll see all faith collapse. Stuck
in this zone you use to call your home
but its now ravaged & honed you can't cope
with that. Plagued by the storm of the misgenetically born
they claim bear sharp but you know the facts. Take a life formed
whats the use when its owned not self owned
but Whats life but a jail zone.
Eras replaced by
eras retraced
eras erased by
eras defaced.
My home is a dream in a restless space.
To know love is to know pain.
& I often get lost.
Lost in the truth of blame.
Copyright © M.N.I.W M.N.I.W | Year Posted 2019
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