Trouble Is An Object Poem by Cortez Maurell Lewis

Trouble is an object
You don't really want it
Pass it to the next man
Maybe he will want it

Maybe he will flaunt it
Attracted to its danger
Or draw back and cast it
In the direction of his anger

Trouble is an object
That can transform to objectives
It hampers you then lays dormant
Disguised as retrospectives

It's around every corner
Its on the other side of every wall
Its so easy to get into
Its one size fits all

Trouble is an object
Shapeless, formless, inanimate at best
You can see it, hear it, and feel it
When amongst its test

It's ever so flammable
With a domino effect
So using trouble to solve a trouble
Usually makes a bigger mess

But at the same time
Trouble is not undefeated
Many have opposed it
And many easily succeeded

So never fret never fear
Whether or not trouble is near
For it is only an object
You move on and persevere