Always wanting
To go higher
And glad to be
Constantly
Plagued by boldness and desire
As I would often conspire
Within
Despite the pressure
And the thick and thin
Always aiming to win
As the very skies
Were my target
Without hesitation
Or regret
And could bet
On this being the case
As one would notice in my
Brown eyes
And my face
Would always display
Convey
And sway
No matter the night
Or day
In such a way
And fashion
All while watching and witnessing
My constant reactions
That would oftentimes
Aspire
As I
Became the assassin
And my own gun for hire
Just fine
With these times
Sublime
And no problem
Crossing certain lines
Time after time
As many would find
Serious and about my business
And on the grind
No rewind
As the very voice and shout
In those particular times
Feeling the need
The want
The courage
Because to me
This was always dire
As I
Was known
To constantly
Push through the storm
As the standard and norm
With much poise
And bring the noise
Along with much perseverance
And avid desire
As I would travel and embrace
The trial by fire
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The Aftermath
PoetryJust wanted to get some heavy things off of my mind and chest and forget all the rest. And dig down deep into my core and to let the whole world know that when it comes to being me, there is so much more. And I'm not through yet and finally giving m...
