Sam Perkins Poet Rhyme

Getting There

Delicate in his steps ethereal to the world around him 
Each breath silent followed by another pause 
Depressions his quest he battles,  these mountains he climbs are full of caves within their hollow form

Getting there he quietly speaks, repeating this again for the millionth time 
Hidden behind a wall unbreached he stays at war with his civilian cry 
 
Try to stay strong he thinks allowed to himself again 
Try to have strength to get through another day
Each hour passes attempting to break the wall he's built
Deliverering new senses to heighten all he feels

No need to return to the first minute he strayed 
No need to begin over,  no need to engage 
Craving what he left,  does he need to submit and givin in to this feeling of the demon within

The demons with him he feels him inside fighting with his spirit for triumph, over time  the darkness crept in he kept his goal in his sight,  became the sniper positioned to change the course of his life

Espy them sights from a mile behind 
Decribe what you see close by when descried 
Never leaving this third eye blind so said what he saw in his mind when aligned with the vibe in gut with the words that he rhymed, entwined with his vision of death he espied 
Though didn't collide,  no trigger was bribed, nothing expired or fired that night 
The night that was cold and unseen like black ice 
And the poetry he spoke was pure and alive

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