Undiscovered (Beta): Unearthing Quality ArtArt Under The Radar
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Summer FeatureRefresh Your Walls with The Colors of Summer.Summer Feature1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
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Five years up - a gang memberA tender mind,Five years up - a gang member1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
Malleable like clay,
Left youth behind,
To think a different way.
He was only five years old,
When he swung his fists and hit,
His eyes were once benign, now cold,
Swallowed was his world, in grit.
At seventeen he felt debarred,
Left a broken home for gangs,
They grow his body, dishevelled, scarred,
A faceless principal overhangs.
Death, he formed at twenty-one,
A young men's war gone wrong,
A swing of knife, can't be undone,
"You've proved yourself you're strong."
This is not the life he sought,
When he was five years old,
His anger untamed; he only fought,
It left him feral, uncontrolled,
Yet he assures he'll be okay,
Day 15The tightness in his chest would not cease; the guilt merely continued to grow as he held in his hand what had been lost. The tighter he clasped onto it, the more he assured himself that it was back in his possession, the more that feeling clawed at his insides, even as the ring started to cut into his palm… not that he could feel that pain.Day 154 months ago in Scraps More Like This
But it was a pain that he desired. He desired to suffer for this mistake more than just emotionally. He desired to suffer for working toward this cause--a cause that he felt betrayed her, but one that would benefit the many over the few. Having to regain this simple token--this last memory of her--had reminded him of those feelings of betrayal, buried under the thousands of years that had passed and numbed his soul.
The relentless, harsh whispers of apologies kept falling from between his lips as the feeling that he couldn't forgive himself began to overwhelm him. He hadn't noticed, but his hands had started shaking violently.