I look in my soul
It's empty
No empathy
No sympathy
No telepathy
Non neuropathy
I look in mind
It's blank
It's frank
I drank
It's black
It's bland
I look in my heart
It's broken
No word spoken
No token
Like a sprocket
Of an obselete rocket
I look at my being
It's dim
A thing
Unseen
I have been
In sin.
I look at my life
It's hard
Full of injury
Penury
Centuries
Of perjury
I look at my future
Non-existent
In suture
The stricture
The picture
In fracture
I look at my roots
Of slavery
Colonialism
Colloquialisms
Of socialism
With capitalism
I look at you
I see love
And hope
A home
Of my own.
You are my one
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BUT YOU ALONE ON PH EVERYONE ENLIGHTEN NO SOUL NO FACE NO BURDEN AND SO ON VERY WELL DONE UR READ BY MAXIMUM
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And I look at you, great body, fantastic mind, beautiful poems, amusing rhymes, delicate heart, intruding questions and what not. Wonderful poem.Bro. *****