A diamond in the rough
8 pass par
just another course by far
under the woods
and through the forest,
no rest for the weary,
only added stress for those that worry
always contemplating the ifs
never stopping to appreciate the BLACK ROSE'S
beauty and inhale the melodious neurological scent;
color,
cut,
clarity in the thick of the storm's fog
venturing through rouged weather
missing the power of mother nature
afraid to leap out on faith,
too busy dabbling from sin's plate
devouring every meal
resting on dull cots
falling asleep
listening to the silent screams
of the cell-block's concrete;
cube's ice cold heart pumping
cruel oil exposed to mayhem
and poisoned by the evil's roar,
but emerged from the darkness
with a flicker of a glimmer of light
shining from the deep depths of my