Free verse

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They say stay in your lane but I must get off the streets.

 Out of the league but still considered legend.

 Moving to green pastures and enjoying the life so daring. 

Call to see them buried, all of my past poured out. 

But you can still have a bone to pick, but i rather forge words. 

Finding solace til my rib is restored. 

The eve of my future, presently presented as this is my 25th. 

This is poetry, not limited by parameters. 

Free verse to serve and be transformed.

Emotions of my soul.

A prince, kneeling before the king. 

I’m yours, a servant to the people, a soldier at war.


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