Just like a raindrop I was born to fall Just like a tough guy I am I will try and show them all
Never knew love or hate Only pain the past drugs create hitting up like flint and steel Cannot fathom if anything is real
Darkness creeps in, paranoia begins When lights go out I face my demons I hear the loud echoing screams To this day I wish they would stop visiting my dreams
Evil is winning itβs wearing the crown Itβs all smoke and mirrors until they break down But by then your already slaves Just another toy with which he plays
Silent visions of past mistakes Let us see what this new day makes
poem created /; cannot re-call unfortunately
summary/ purpose :/ While walking to an Ottawa Bus-Stop I seen a homeless man, offering poems if you helped him. I often help out homeless people anyway, with Jordan it was no exception. I gave him a Canadian 5$ bill, and i seen the joy in his eyes. He gave me the whole pile of poems and Thanked me very much. I wish him the best. He inspired me to create this poem.
inspiration from/ inspired by :/ Dedicated and Inspired by Jordan MacDonald(not targeted at him)