Morning Uprising Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

in the charismatic romance of mindless violence
she etched my face on the walls of chaos
and named me lost and my last name was never found
just a note of lyrics and a confession in shape of still clouds
and motionless waves crashing against the memories
I can barely recall without a sharp pain awakening
my fears of being abandoned without dreams
and in her caress she tattooed her warmth onto my heart
and whispered to my fondest sensitivities my image
and heritage, colorless and infinite....
and in the faithful touch of a empty room
I found my identity with her perfume guiding me through
bedtime stories repeated to myself as tears explain the struggles
I fought with over time and for more time I asked for
as all else seems leave me behind to play catch up
and for it all I can only hate and love my pride for cheating on me
with the have and the have not's I critique with a cocked eye
and shrug of never gain's and it will never happen for me
but in the best of moments I can only feel guilty...