Infliction

He was just a boy alone in journey of life Morals, high standards upon family name he walks No recollection to memory, just brief thought in mind Certain image portrayed, locked away in the depths A way of life's poverty, morning dose's of the syrup Just a toddler throwing sticks on tobacco, outhouse out back Lucky have running water, bath's from bowl Remember days fishing with gramps, never knew his name Growing older, riding tailgate before sunrise sky Two different families, world torn by mishap Lasp of times memory, I do not know but bits and pieces Where did life go that I've grown like yesterday Struggle, eyes see reality of man's existence It's true, one can love but be so heartless Streets, beneath cardboard box hunger thirst to be Dark woods, blackness to emptiness lonesome Do we give in to fate we live that we die here We lay our head in hopes of bread to taste Not proud of which man force upon the soul, evil they touch in wickedness I must forgive myself for that I inflict but with change perfect my being Integrity of my heart still weak but image is seen Not the man of the world but the world in the man The man I am, I give myself who I represent Not of mankind I walk but a journey to perfect a being