The adolescence of our lives brought us through life in pain and afflictions together.
He envisioned a magic carpet ride that supplied him with pipe dreams.
His eyes of development caused him hidden conversations of no tomorrow.
The misconceptions of his abilities are the fault of others as he walks dormant through life.
He articulates words of enchantment that is sweet to the bone.
Holding onto his mistakes the graves of his choices entombed him for future ideas.
He is the next chapter of success that no one will see coming.
Clouds of artificial words endorsed his tongue for false workshops of elevator rides.
His addiction of himself created warnings of fires burning in the rain.
Superior and high-minded he forgoes the natural process of higher learning for instant gratification.
He collapsed in his own inferior self-esteem that never transformed his talents.
Seeking light in darkness he commits to advertisements of free Realty Marketing.
Deceived in his own eyes he suffers from the syndrome of no one cares about him.
You can miss me with that when your truth has been the blood sweat and tears of others.
Written by Theodore Mosley
December 11,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem