Written 2/3/2019
Sweat drips down my bloody lip,
A mean upper cut,
I had done everything,
A pair of new nikes and a faster bike,
At nightfall I ran,
To undiscovered streets,
Yet they found me,
Killed my owl and branded my face,
What had I done,
But open a book,
Live a life not of this world,
The jealousy burned their lousy souls,
One punch two,
I would keep going,
Even if it meant death,
For the blind see more than these foolish sheep,
An endless cycle,
But in my dreams, I live a world free.
House of Harshy 