A Stolen Life

Today the sun radiates fatal raises.
Race is not the issue when you are into such peaceful
and calmness.
With such surperciousness and superiority he took away my life
without a knife. Yes he just stabbed me with his gestures
and slaughtered my strife of surviving with his words.
**

What's a wife without a husband?
What's a family without a head?
When I peep through the windows of my doom and darkness
I just see futile seeds that soon grow to produce worthlessness.
Like fragments of puzzles without pictures, features
of your personality are always painted by your actions.

Looks can be deceiving but actions can be revealing.
Re-living words are only a resurrection of embroyic deceptions.
These thoughts fought against one another when a rather anomalous
coward stabbed me with a lethal anonymous
weapon, within a split of a second I saw my life flashing before my eyes,
suddenly the clouds disappeared and I saw the sky .
**

Now in raw beats beaten by hands that are stricken
by fits, that's where you'll find me.
I have to survive and continue living lest I be
devoured by voracious beings of solitude.
This poem is not about attitude
or display of unleashed altitude,
but its merely my earnest and humble expression,
which is why there's a change of mood.
**

Therefore you should be alert of any hidden facet
that may cause distraction or destruction to your life.