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May 2017
Traffic and Flames

After I sat for hours in traffic

After enjoying half a medium sausage and cheese thin sliced pizza…

through the hot heat and the sweats I thought

How life could be much more tragic.

Nothing is never as easy as one might make it appear….

Those fake survivors disappear.

Struggles can define and educate us…

However, they do not make a life.

As sick and lonely I might become…

From these hours in waiting and lack of money

due to these bills that I am paying……

These words , creatively I write from within my mind that plays…..

They shall never stop playing.

Honesty and strength are my tools…

Not just protools.

I guide the beat with the songs of my life…the struggles from within

that sharpened my mind as such like a switchblade knife.

I might look awkward with imperfect teeth and a ***** looking face.

However, as deadly or cowardly I might appear in your eyes…

I’m the strongest soul, a roaring and raging fire, that burns

and challenges the most challenging of places.
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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