I shy away for to be hidden
When nothing else matters
When not being heard enough
To press forward in my path
As outside noises
Mask my voice
Shuts my cry of the right
To protect my life
For purpose of change
Outpacing my steps
Powers my course
Journeying my post
Walking in circles
Passing different faces
In the same direction
Having different distance
Creates a passion
Writing a wrong
As all fall backwards
With traffic on opposite roads
Searching for what I walk
The perfect life for not we
But me
In my line of peace
Live, laugh, love
All will be okay
Complete your mission
To repeat and fix
That past sight
Mistake
About the Creator
Mistello
A poet from Harlem NY, that loves to tell stories through the art of poetry.
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