a poem dealing with society, prisonsystem, hope

[font=&quot]revenge was the last hope for this desperate man.
killing had never had a place in his heart before.
faith was lost in the moon.
courage was lost after this final attempt for attention.
desperation is a delicate cry, consumed in pity and a lack of confidence.
make this man into a revolting criminal.
his hopes were lost in the stars that couldnt shine through these city lights.
he needed an angel and the women made him feel complete. this was the last straw.
encouraged by his certainty that this is his only chance for existing.
for impacting life.
beauty was his quest but violence is his new found fall back.
retiring as a murdered in a cage built for the criminally insane.
that desperate man was my brother and i feel ive failed him so.
if i could have made the stars shine brighter maybe he would have regained his determination.
but honestly, he's more determined now than hes ever been.
regretting whats done and wishing for a second chance.
but i still love him even though he lost his faith in the moon.
he should have destroyed those city lights instead.
and I should have given him more of my attention.
now i regret. and now im desperate for his revenge.
but killing has never had a place in my heart.
my how his impacted my life. if only he could see how greatly his influenced my actions. [/font]

[font=&quot]that criminal is still my brother and i know he still sees beauty.[/font]

 

yo i got that ya-o

 

haha it is something i think many could relate with... my intentions when i wrote it was not aimed for anyone specific, i just find myself concerned for those who remain prisoner of the state, or their own demise, you know?

but of course, there is bits of myself in there.. i appreciate you reading it, i had to bump it seeing if it got anyway, thank you again and again inearthed..