No Promise Given

Please, do not cry for me when I am dead no promise was given when I was born the world always confused my eyes, my head as I entered it blind, angry and torn judgments made were based on my own design twisted paths traveled, my body ventured something searched for with direction to align allowed thoughts of mine to be self-assured I have seen the world of beauty and death struggled with the insanity of mankind rather seek peace with the quietest breath as flames rise daily from the hate I find when my last breath comes I hope no tears fall as I failed to change the world after all 6/23/22