Spoiler
I was by no means sad when I wrote this; I was simply in the mood to write something dark!
I am the one with no direction,
Whose path is now broken and diverged;
The one who writes his promises in sand,
And disregards the stone and chisel, so strongly urged.
I am the one with no remorse,
Whose righteousness begs, pleads, and bleeds;
The one who acts on his savage impulse,
And counts not blessings, but dark misdeeds.
I am the one with no recognition,
Whose reflection is but an unknown within an unknown;
The one who runs from his own shadow,
And cries for redemption, a new path to be shown.
2011 Vincent Cuccolo
