The Morrow Plot

Tragedy struck but I can't Complain,
Strained from my adolescence.
Trying to be the best at...
Still flexed at, the mirror today.

Is it that my mind has gone astray?
Wait! Too Cliche brain,
Flames from my deepest secrets.
Keeps my darkness reapin',
The struggle.
Prayin to the one above you, Keep.
Because The fleet is nothing more than a sheet,
Blinding the weaknesses of my counter attack.
In fact, it's only me.
Alone, without a bone to pick.
Without a pot...
I Got, Nowhere to go,
Nowhere to be.
See, the word lifts us when we are down,
Frowns our mouths' into smiles.
While building up where torn,
When whats born, releases scorn,
And what has left,
Feels like a direct cause of theft.

I should have called the cops on you,
Still Blue, Sorrows I yearned.
But learned, life is what earth borrows.
So until tomorrow...

~B. K. Maxwell