What time is it


What time is it?

Past midnight?

I’ve got to wake up early, but I have to write.

Brief about my life & disguise,

Madness &

cries are the tears

Countless times on the shoulder of beers

Everyday the headlights are bright, to this deer

You drove me crazy!

Your beautiful and resentful

Infidel, has made your mind resentful

Which would always lead to arguments,

But staying quiet now

Smirk, showing the shadow of my smile

For my daughter,

I have found ground.

Deaf for years,

But now hear sound

Yearning to make her proud

Daddy was never perfect

But through experience,

comes deliverance

Past to the doors of truth

Little years, are held under my belt

For another story to tell


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