Meanstreak Poem by Dashaun Rashod Snipes

Meanstreak, oh how he roams
Through the streets, in darkness he moans
A creature of vengeance, a force of hate
Leaving behind a trail of his cruel fate
With eyes like fire and a heart of stone
He stalks his prey, from dusk till dawn
In his wake, fear and chaos reign
For Meanstreak, knows no bounds, no restrain
He feeds on anguish, thrives on pain
A monster, a beast, with nothing to gain
His savage ways, a mystery to all
But to him, it's just a never-ending brawl
Some say he's a demon, others a ghost
But one thing's for sure, he's a frightening host
Of anger, resentment, and all things vile
With one goal in mind, to cause turmoil
His mind, a battleground, for wrath and fury
His actions, a testament, to a savage jury
No heart, no conscience, just a thirst for blood
Meanstreak, the embodiment, of a vicious flood
But underneath his cold and ruthless façade
Lies a story, a pain, that's oh so hard
A past full of anguish, a present of despair
And a future, that he just can't bear
So he roams the streets, with no end in sight
Leaving behind a trail of his own plight
For Meanstreak, is just a lost soul
A victim, of life's cruel toll
So next time you hear his howl in the dark
Just remember, he's just a broken heart
With no one to hold, no one to care
For Meanstreak, is just a name, of a life not fair.

Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
©️ Dr. Dashaun Snipes
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