'' Now My Roots I Can't Face '' Poem by Bri Mar

In my quest to enthral,
My inner desires,
To detest one and all,
Really fuelled my fires.

I was gritty and cruel,
Wherever I went,
In each city, I'd pull,
My needs my intent.

For others, who cares,
They meant nothing to me,
A lie smothers despairs,
Though some won't agree.

I caused harm and pain,
Without fear or favour,
From charm, I'd refrain,
My lifestyle they'd savour.

Those hated were snubbed,
Love doesn't exist,
Ill Fated enemies I scrubbed,
Straight from my list.

I'm one of the elite,
That's where I'll stay,
Never done with conceit,
Yes, arrogance does pay.

I took these choices,
I deserted my roots,
Forsook calming voices,
They are but brutes.

Real cash was my king,
Rich houses and cars,
What could a crash bring,
But a fall from the stars.

Like a curse it appeared,
I was left in disgrace,
It was much worse than feared,

‘' Now My Roots I Can't Face ‘'