Last Few Letters Poem by Brandon Butler

Scene ask a sky Grey
a moon blue
and the children are gay
Happiness again a term used by few
The ones we look down on
The ones that went through

The end time is
A time that maybe near
But in thinking of thoughts
They are still all so clear

The problem today is the sleep decay
The lapse of my paps gives me heart attacks
But that is not that
And I'm not like that
The fact that I'm black
Just adds suspense
And flats