Stare at your flaws

(P.s it’s spoken word and steam of consciousness. My style)

Stare at your flaws

One wrong move, Western-type shots. You can move back, run backwards, HELL EVEN CRY. Don’t stop looking. This world has come with criminals that aren’t even criminals. Call me the reaper. Call this your final breath. But it might not be if you talk like you at court. Court of death you can say. So tell me, your flaws, your regrets, your grudges you still hold. Why? To know a real man, you must know what they are hiding. Why are you hiding?Real peace is when you cleanse your body. The flowers grow from withered to beautiful orchids. The trees go cold stubborn to dancing leaves. It blooms like birth. Somebody new is born...However you're torn if that new you is better. Simple answer: yes. However, your eyes cry out in confusion as it seems so complicated. To be honest, we love the fun work, not the hard work. Who doesn't? Bills have to be paid. Or in this sense: your heart deserves to be paid in peace. So tell me what’s your deepest fear, darkest flaw, why you hold so much. The hand shakes like he saw a murder scene, His eyes screamed in need of reflection. His heart was pumping; it sounded like a kid wanting candy. But he just needed a new life. He tried to speak/it seemed like somebody who had never talked before. Then, one by one,doors opened. One broken man because one choice broke his time frame. So he put pride on his wrist. Then life got twisted and twisted. His relationship problems,money problems, and problems with God. They were all falling down like a boulder-no Indiana Jones to catch it.The new problem was…how to solve a broken man. Three words/Hope and work. You can’t be the same all your life. You have to change and not be complacent. I lower the weapon. His eyes were relieved. The man said, ”Good, I dropped the gun-because looking at myself through the mirror/I need to let go and hope for better.”