Endeavors Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

A life buried before its start, hiding an apparent secret, detailing not the absolute truth which lays within.

The thoughts of a former existence attempted things to be erased, leaving just a hint they were there.

My death prior to acknowledging its true existence, made the victim not understand the full rationing: becoming lost within this maze.

A person born stripped of any connection to their past; living a lie blocking all prior selections about this event.

The memories of my life liken a jigsaw puzzle, scattered pieces that has a need to become assembled: finished product revealing myself.