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Dezmin Wolfe Poem
No one understands the personal battles.
No one knows that pain
That I go through every single day.
Darkness constantly attacking my brain.
I go through thoughts that would make
The common man insane.
On my own to the point where my
Imagination created its own domain.
Targeted and picked on because I don’t drink
Or engage with champagne.
But that’s beside the point.
They criticize me when I complain.
I legitimize what I sustain.
People tried to make it rain
When I couldn’t make it sprinkle.
People live their lives in vain
While I live mine just single.
Some men dream to run a train.
I dreamed to be the shingle
To complete the roof over the heads
Of my generation so that the
Truth could intermingle.
And....
Forget it.
Copyright © Dezmin Wolfe | Year Posted 2021
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Dezmin Wolfe Poem
A witty saying proves nothing,
Especially in a generation that
Doesn’t tend to be so loving
To one another because of the
Love of money.
So much pushing and shoving.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
We constantly dream of personal
Satisfaction, especially when we don’t
Have ourselves together.
A selfish mind has sex with
A woman, then wakes up the next
Morning just to realize that it never
Met her.
I just want to see the day where
I can hold my head up high and
Keep my life together.
My life is a struggle.
I find myself having to juggle
With emotions that are so confused
That they want to snuggle.
The ear is the avenue
To the heart
And the power of the words
Can tame it or tear it apart.
It’s not enough to conquer,
One must learn to seduce.
Seduction is a sexual tactic
Used to daze and confuse.
The masters of it simply
Recycle the same words
To reduce and reuse a-
Forget it.
Copyright © Dezmin Wolfe | Year Posted 2024
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