For Justice Is Beyond My Pen


When I look at you
My dear
I weep.
For they will never know your pain is potential.
The will never know the
words you speak
Are more profound than
Aristotle's at his weakest state.
They will never attempt to understand your ways
Or excuse them.
Blind to every perfection
Knowing where every scratch lies
And it's stories.
Its draining you.
Guilt tripping you in and out
of anger
Beyond your control
Provoking your soul
I weep.
I think about you every day
Meditating on what I should've been.
I weep,
As the ink runs across my page
I begin writing;
"It Was Beyond Me"

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