You were the problem
The black sheep
From your hood
Blame no one else
But seek repentance
With your heart.

You stabbed your self
After backbitting the
Whole eternity
you robbed yourself
Of all you had
And planted seeds
Of a melting future
one you have sought
There after and now
Chasing the air around you

Spill your words wisely
For you set a fire
On your own coat
and thus created a
Distance of darkness
Dancing on  sharp
Stripes of a panga
and yet expecting
a safe and happy stay