May 2015
Sometimes,
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that* I am still apart of this life.
In mine, Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me NOT fine.
Chosen to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine, I see the story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My world is unkind.
As for this life
I used to fight,
and for I never shined.
So It's FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my **corrupted minds.
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that* I am still apart of this life.
In mine, Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me NOT fine.
Chosen to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine, I see the story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My world is unkind.
As for this life
I used to fight,
and for I never shined.
So It's FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my **corrupted minds.
Directions:
Read full poem,
Then go back and just read the Bold worlds.
Read full poem,
Then go back and just read the Bold worlds.
