Tris#5 Poem by Tristian Ford

There was an uproar up there by the ford.
We have to go help him,
quite frankly,
we have to get to him.
We'll manage with all the courage we have

Sounds so Sorrowful, I've never heard pain hurt that bad.
So much pain, Scared to death
And confused,
not knowing,
not wanting to take the last breath.
His world has been taken away.

We gotta get her back to Tris.
How bold he is, How strong he is,
Life,
Hold on to this.

How long is this,

This loneliness? ….

Tris

She's a distance away,
To much a distance for me!

I've read many books,
Wrote so many hooks,
I once wrote a full page of words
And never opened my eyes to look.
I've learned so much,
searching, reading, and writing
That is all I do.
I was by myself when Solomon taught me something new.
How much harm
too much wisdom
would increase on you.

Those words and knowledge
I sought so hard 4,
Hit back hard though.
I won the fight
But still,
full of so much sorrow.



Since you act like you can't love yourself.
Learn that.
It's what you need that will teach
You
Who you are.

Since you are afraid
face that,

Those demons are afraid of You.
Reluctantly they approach
While you're awake.
When you sleep
They laugh right in your face.

Atmosphere changer awake
To God hopefully one day;
I'm not in a rush,
but
I can't wait.
The pain that comes with knowing your name,
Let me tell you one last thang,

You are a strong, bold distinguished warrior,
With the right names that mean somethangs, no games,
small frame,
five smooth stones,
one book,
a pen,
a pad,
And one slang.
I got everything I need,
yeah,
ev'ythang.
Wisdom will never leave me,
I'll never be lonely,
A-gain.

Tris