Poetry of a dead man

March 10, 2009
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Clear thoughts,
Of a wise man telling
Never to pour my soul
I forgot, my first love came
And never returned

She left me boiling
Like water lying on a stove
Seen her with another man
I stitched my eyes closed

The pain felt great, compared to her
Taking my lone soul'giving it to a person
That I didn't even know

I am blind
Because inside and outside
Darkness raised' pain, suffering, hurt, damaged
Is what my mind described
While gun wounds to the heart
Is what my body felt like

Wish I could be a
Strong black man
Like my mama was telling me

I couldn't now
Neither heart nor soul
Im a useless cloud

Feelings I have are water vapor
So much build up, the heavens couldn't take it
God said it would never be another flood
But the way I felt' when I was done
You could only see the stars above

40 days and 40 nights,
My feelings blew'
Away like a hurricane category 2'
Until nothing was left

But myself'
A mere shadow in the mist
Of death'with no soul
My whole body will be put to rest

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