by ERIC
Flourishing thoughts hum the deepest agony
Wisdom is practically
The thoughts imbedded in loss of the trail of the pursuit of happiness
Figments travel on this walkway only being imaginative
Dreams of being reunited and a realignment with parenting
To cushion intense life’s basic paddling
But this dream or mere thought lacks validness
A steed once road upon becomes an ass it isn’t worth saddling
A breed that adopted a gang infestation
With violence as the inauguration
Mostly because of lack of communication
Is this kin really family and could this substitute minor provider enlighten the household with patience
When the being blessed with the darkness, the hate the government gave little infants everywhere by a fathers captivation
In stone and steel withheld in the public eye, a child’s humiliation
To withhold the pain of a scent that traveled by a poltergeist of an institution
The lack of working man’s fragrance
Leaving a woman to bring hold the bacon
With a child bathed in hatred
To run amok in a fathers absence
To only to come back after imprisonment
To train the child to channel hate into poetic sentences
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