The Morrow Son


I wish I knew

But I do not

I am innocent

As the first

Rain drop

& I am as guilty

As a thunderstorm

Most times I


I rant,inside

It’s an obsession

With rumination


Close behind,most

Times I write

About my experiences

The jumping in & out

The Fox hole praying

It helps when I share

Believe it or not

I’ve been around the

Block way to many

Times,if I can save

Someone from

Some of their

Own tormentation

It helps me with

My own obsession

& rumination


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