The gray is where I reside.
My compass spins as I gaze upon the world.
The horrors that are so interesting.
The honorable deeds that inspire me.
The violence that boils beneath, while empathy wells my eyes.
I am not a bad man, nor am I good.
I am not hateful, righteous, or forgiving.
And thank God not corrupt.
Sometimes I like me.
At times I don’t.
I am building.
Brick by brick.
Act by act.
Word by word.
To become the man I want to be.
In this hell of a world.
About the Creator
Brier
Im a drunk steel worker from Wisconsin that enjoys writing. Currently working on my first novel and doing some short stories in the mean time.
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