The Thought...
I can't help but be amazed...
There is a thought...
That if left to rot...
Most will not...
But instead will shine...
But I decline...
For most resign...
And then decay...
All the way ...
As meant by design...
Is there hope...
Or just the dope...
Stuck on the rope...
A spec in a kaleidoscope...
Caught in the crosshairs...
Looking for target pairs...
To empty and make hollow...
With more marks to follow...
Realize life is not fair...
That No one has to care...
Why would they dare...
To look directly into the glare...
Nothing behind the eyes...
Truth behind the lies...
No answers for our why's...
Just a path to demise...
Inhumanity is on the rise...
But it needs to be razed...
It's a bit of a surprise...
How much it is praised...
Seldom helps to be wise...
I can't help but be amazed...
About the Creator
Wolé Marville Sr.
Educator and youth sports coach. Married, father of four, who loves sports, movies, and music. Closer to 40 than 30, figuring it out, day by day. A story-teller from a family of story-tellers trying something old but in a new way.
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