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
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2025
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