It's Ok

Rage… that’s all have now, The loss of what could have been, And the youth that will be affected. Memories fragmented, pieced together… By an imperfect mind Information from others, Filling gaps… Misery is all I have now. The loss of what could have been, The youth that will be affected… Pain, Humiliation, Emasculation… Justified by one’s insecurities, And unwillingness to admit they had error ed… Sorrow is all I have now… The loss of what could have been, Our youth that will be effected… Blind and unfeeling, The indifference to my suffering, The failure to see the gold in front of them, But lunges at pyrite at first glance… Suffering is all I have now, The loss of what could have been, Our youth will be afflicted… Flashes of relief, In absences of presence, And reemergence of loathing, The struggle rearing its head Loathing is all I have now, The loss of what could have been, Our youth will pay for it Our youth, Intelligent Our youth, aware Our youth understand, You are not there. Rage is all I have now, The loss of what could have been, Our youth conflicted… The anger is its own person, The compassion is another, The suppression is tangible, The toll, devastation Karma runs not in a circle, But water in a funnel, reversed. A single error The youth’s pain burns, Hallows out my heart, My heart cry’s out for vengeance, And compassion snuffs it out All I have now… is a shovel, For some it may look like a bottle, Its purpose the same The shovel is familiar, Stained with dirt and blood, Stinking with anger’s steaming musk I must maintain order here Strength is what I have, Lost is where I’ve been, To move forward, don’t look back, Honorable, I’ve always been… This is where I leave you, Shovel in my hand Jaws like a closed vise, A fighter to the end Beats the liar to the finish Until his wondrous lights Diminish.