In the depths of a tortured soul,
A young man's heart, a story to unfold.
A life of fear, a life of awe,
A son, a shadow, a life he'll draw.
The father, a legend, a man of might.
A cartel leader, a figure of fright.
Nicknamed the Devil, Satan, a name so grim.
A life of respect, a life that's dim.
The son, he watched, a heart in chains.
A life of fear, a life that wanes.
But deep inside, a longing grew.
A life of respect, a life he'd pursue.
The room, it filled with whispers.
A life of power, a life of grips.
But in the shadow of the Devil, a son's heart breaks.
A life of fear, a life that shakes.
A sad, dark poem, a tale of woe,
A life of shadows, a life that's low.
A son, a shadow, a life in pain,
A heartbroken young man, a life in vain.
The father, a legend, a man so grand,
A son, a shadow, a life he'll band.
But in the shadow of the Devil, a heart's aflame,
A life of fear, a life that's lame.
A sad, dark poem, a tale of woe.
A son, a shadow, a life that's slow.
A life of respect, a life of fear.
A heartbroken young man, a life so clear.
A son, a shadow, a life in pain.
A heartbroken young man, a life that wanes.
In the shadow of the Devil, a life so grim.
A son, a shadow, a life that's dim.
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C. D. Guzman
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Wow! I just love this poem! It is so dramaticly written...
Oooo, I loved how dark this was. Well done!
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