I try my best to barely exist
But the evil of man, nev'r can we resist
Like shadows hunting its owner
I look left, then to right: I'm just a loner
Amidst a mendacious crowd booing to nothing I'm doing
I try my best to barely exist
All we do is but vacuum: yet we insist
Enlisting our rise and fall
A step a day, we fall and crawl
As our fortunes draw our flaws
Emotions forev'r be my muse: she inspires what I write
They surmount to words of the scribes
Our world is bizarre with its twist and turns
The thoughts so hot, my memory burns
I'm just a loner sinking in the vacuum of time
With the crowd booing and the world losing
I'm left with my rhymes, just ruling
With scheme's and plans that add to nothing
When the world sleeps on revolutions belittling its shams
I'm just a loner who falls short to the glory of man!
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A Heart That Ever Cried
PoetryA Heart That Ever Cried knows pain, knows love, knows loss, and knows how to reconcile his emotions. Above all, that heart knows how to inspire through such reality. This is only the beginning of something new and critically informative about the bl...
