When it rains
I see the worst of me
The things blazing lights hides
But shadows see
Oily smears on concrete
From sins I was quick to reap
Short term benefits dissolved, now I believe
I’m drowning in a sea of my own impurity
The flood comes over me everyday
Try to see through the dark but I lose my way
Walking the long road certainly into the fray
But I chose this path, now retribution must be paid
I needed someone to save me
Now I’m headed to the grave faithfully
Because I chose the life of slavery
Heed me not, I chose this misery
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Excellent writing. I love it.
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Such deep pain and passion for one so young. Your process never fails to astound me, Dev.
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Thanks. The passion comes from the youth a little, I think. Adults often times try to ignore it or push it down, while the young ones often embrace it as a token of some sort.
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Painful 🙂
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