creativemind225 wisevoice225 Poems

Every time I pick up a paper, read a paragraph, Or turn on the television all my eyes see is the same misguided vision.
With every story that I read, or every story that I watch, and every visual my eyes can see is the stuff of nightmares that should be never meant for the eye to see and so much pain that the eye no longer wants to bear, see, or visualize every tragedy.
My ears no longer want to hear the sounds of ambulance sirens, police lights flashing by,
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I lie in the darkness awaiting the light, sitting in my bed eyes full of tears, listening to a heart that pumps but the blood is sad, my soul is aching for something more and I cannot bare the shackled pain that burdens me inside anymore.
In the chambers of my mind where solitary confinement gives me peace, the youth of my generation myself included often reach into a bag filled future that is bleak, far sighted, limited, and has no dreams of better things and that is not what God envisioned for all his Kings and Queens.
Currently, in a world where a judge cuts a future short with the stroke of a pen, where handcuffs, a jumpsuit, and a number on the back is a mansion home of misery that all too often becomes the future's humble abode.
Living in a future where my generation kills, kills, and kills some more we are engulfed in a future of darkness and are too blind to find the door.
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