The deep grieving sensations that cause you to tremble
The unforgiving and the unforgotten
Trying to make sense of every preamble
Being persuaded or dissuaded
With rhetoric that makes no sense
Yet it’s cyclical it’s it’s repetitive nature to pressure you to alter
Your thought process
Inspired to recall that the yesterdays and the yesteryears
Are behind you for a reason
Seasons changing not allowing access
Formulate your own thoughts away from the forced stranger
The masks are off
Time to relegate your direction
Out of danger
When the streets are filled with hatred
And the grunting of homelessness f*rting and defecating
On the streets in daylight
Looking you square in the eye
Certainly time to face it and redirect
To wherever you need to go
You’ve only you to rely
~Divine