This I Believe 2...

I’ve just typically thrashed the circumstances and consequences

evolving around information of a lifeless soul that’s,

to be continued, lost in a shadow.

Years to show with months to go as the seasons passed

by he sat there looking like an unknown.

Conversation was continuing on but as the days hit each and everyday,

the silence started to become deafening

to the heart and ears to the point where

he starts to ask the most common question that has

been lingering on for years.

He asks, “ What, Why and How come?”.

Those questions lingered in his thoughts as he continues to quarterback the flimsy crowds.

Nothing but trouble manipulated following pain physically and mentally to him.

I’ve watched and seen as the others like me wanted to just speak a thought and keep it superficial but We all just backed down the negative thoughts.

   To tackle down an unknown is still yet to be found and situated.

Education was lost, experience with the real world lacked off

and most of all

the distrust from family was never to be cut off.

 
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