Four Ones

[kelby_lake]

One young man so wrapped in ire
His heart still burning as a terrible fire
The lick of a flame and the flash of the knife
And the brutal ending to a poor brute's life

One old man in love with his youth
Loving his dreams and denying the truth
Thin lines in his face- the medals of time
Tears running down, it is time to resign

One young woman roaming the streets
Searching the backways for clients to meet
Crawling through dirt and finding a man
One quick go and a banknote in her hand

One last chance before they die
To look at themselves and the faults they deny
As the guns shoot and their fatal wounds bleed
Death grabs their hands for the salvation they need

[blazeofglory]

This is beautifully written.

[kelby_lake]

Thank you.

[tonywalt]

A 10 year thread bump! I dig it the most.

[kiz_paws]

One young man so wrapped in ire
His heart still burning as a terrible fire
The lick of a flame and the flash of the knife
And the brutal ending to a poor brute's life

One old man in love with his youth
Loving his dreams and denying the truth
Thin lines in his face- the medals of time
Tears running down, it is time to resign

One young woman roaming the streets
Searching the backways for clients to meet
Crawling through dirt and finding a man
One quick go and a banknote in her hand

One last chance before they die
To look at themselves and the faults they deny
As the guns shoot and their fatal wounds bleed
Death grabs their hands for the salvation they need

Kelby, I really enjoyed your insightful poem. Well done.

[Jerrybaldy]

Was every line never a Slave to the rhyme?