realization
of the truth
many moments
The fork
in the road
presents it self
Alone not lonely
Lingering
a drop of blood
a mile away
the smell so strong
Army of one
intuition hardly wrong
super far the shark swims though
from everything & everyone
the long stride
spot on arrival
inconspicuous and methodical
blending in without hesitation
behind the eyes is meditation
and inside the minds is elevation
And perseverance of true dedication
Is urgency with out
incentive or hesitation
little gem
a lot of left eye
secret of the manifestation
in the dirt out the mud on the the grind or off the clock
Diving into a sea of sky be creations divine
hit the ground running apple of my eye
marathon life got them haters hating
steady easy does it now I’m pacing
fight after fight closer to blowing out a candle
Spider bites and tangled webs no one can handle
The rabbit holes dark and hidden deeper than you know
IAM EN ROUTE it’s inevitable
going in circles with him
loosing marbles with her
the timer turns
another debate turned to hate
all in the name
of miscommunicate
would’ve been left in the dust
Many of us
dusk till dawn
silent night
Down this road before
Ones sacrifice
Became ones prison
ones prison
also became
ones emancipation
tables turned
As quickly as I gave
It was all taken away
giving you up
Pardoned
while bursting into flames
Just another
orphans child
ambers the color of your energy
Never too far away
ironically intrinsically
She’s Lost and found
a lot of the time
One can lie
Present none the less
Still around
Don’t cry
Believe it or not
It counts
It does
Division is futile
they need a hug
Only
to start over
again and again
they’re stacked
against the wall
odds are
on borrowed time
two wrongs don’t make a right
The blind are leading blind
trouble child, bubble boy, rowdy gal
Daddy’s monster was always a rebel
Mommy’s angel Was the spawn of satan
tell my squares they L7s
The heart of stone
With a soul dressed in black
Her ice melts even when it’s cold
Even night has moonlight
never be lonely even if alone
-ELAYE
About the Creator
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ELaye French
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