Resubmitted and edited**
I haven't forgotten you...

I
wrote life...

Looking through the old photograph tin
I find a young boy with so much promise...

Have you ever laid on your back
in a darkened room and watched...

Shattering mind breaks
like glass smashed from up high...

A slave to another morning
awoken by fate and those chosen paths...

Portraying such childish humour, yet
evil resides within his blanched mind...

Perhaps by chance, an ode or utterance escapes
only to desecrate upon a good idea...

He realised he had aged
significantly...

Reared in bloody fields
Encourages a new hope...

Sophisticated?
Superficiality...

It rained
long...