Small Footprint
If you still haven't heard from me.
You probably never will.
A drifter drinking straight out of the still.
The wisdom of climbing up the hill.
The sweat disappears.
I haven't been so nervous in years.
But now I'm here.
And its raining so damn hard.
It's a elaborate environment.
So many complexities.
They call this a new age.
I call it just another new phase.
The craze will be over soon enough.
One color forever and always looming in the background.
Solid as the ground in which I stand.
Some have a plan.
Some do not.
But so what.
Things will not play out as in Romeo and Juliet.
So many tragedies have spoken.
So many promise have broken.
A wounding look in her eyes oh oh no.
This will never do.
You got a second chance.
So my call is to you.
In a world we must hold on to.
Never let go.
No matter the grimness of it.
No matter ugliness of it.
Their is just no denying it.
Their is only surviving it.
The judge hands down his sentence approved by your peers.
Do you accept?
Do you reject?
Or make a counter offer for the better?
It's a letter that must put under the flame of a candle once read.
For truth is controversial and will create a massive outcry.
Something I most certainly can not deny.
But still I will fight for my right to see the demons that hide upon men's shadows.
I been told be ever careful.
For I could be devoured as so many souls that have come before me.
For some things your better off not knowing.
In the search of truth and love.
You will find evil, hate, and sorrow.
With words I only wish to borrow let me leave my small footprint so others can follow.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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