Half the time our eyes are open, we're still sleeping//
As if in reverse we never peddle forward, tho lay in the past weeping//
My brother's keeper in a different sense, I was lost and toking//
For each inhale the battle, I was slowly loosing//
For each moment, I was surely teaching//
A mentor without knowing, a chef without boasting//
A dim candle lit in the far is the emotions the heart is showing//
Why do we not listen, yell without thinking//
Treat our blood like somebody else because we're sinking//
This isn't the way for their footsteps are sure to follow//
Abusing their wives and neglecting their own for father's skills are shallow//
No one to lend an ear for frustration's got the best of him//
Rather have it now than later so the dark is beckoning him//
Temptation at its finest the red line is getting thinner//
No remorse for his family the voices are getting clearer//
One more strike and he's done now we see our brother through foggy mirrors//
About the Creator
Ruben Gonzales
I write for poetry, for life, to take one's understanding so much deeper then that they know of. I tell the stories with a meaning thats beyond with a feeling that will pull you in.
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