"Mortal Wounds"

February 4, 2018

I'm looking back at mortal wounds Trapped in a space That no longer Needs my Face. Chase the Bold and Beautiful For a glimpse at Heaven, Nevertheless I confess The load that we hold makes us want to fold. As Dreams turn into nightmares So long as Empathy leads to Sympathy This life a chaotic Symphony Nothing left to choose Still baring burdens of lot I didn't choose. Started at the bottom Of my Lungs As my verses Yell curses at fate While at the tree Of life The Soul is at The Threshold With holes So deep Even the Reaper Can't Sleep. Hermes lectures don't equate with natural Eyes Of correspondences. Traveling and seeking The path of least Resistance Yet existence is Reminiscent of The Divine Comedy Sometimes I swear Zeus laughs at You and me Mankind living In Tragedy's Vice Grip's. Kevin Guru©2016

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I am a native of Atlanta, Georgia, and been writing poetry since the age of 16.Poetry turned the painof my life into a zeal for words to express the pain in my life. I graduated from Benjamin Elijah Mays High School in heart of Atlanta. I received a Bachelor's of Science in Child and Family Development from Georgia Southern University December of 2001. I've always felt a that a life of service to others is paramount, which led to my career as a Social Services Case Manager with Ga Department of Human Resources in child protection. My poems reflect life, it's highs and lows. My goal is to turn pain into passion through poetry. Its more than a write for me, its a conversation with the Universe

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