Screams Of The TyrantA Poem by Phillip J Clayton
Looking back at me;
An abyss with promise of limitless potential. Not certain of it's past. Always arriving; Constant change is in inevitable. There will be no more silence! No rolling over and die; Greet the unknown with fierce; A positive stand against all odds. Unlike the frail minded who gave in; Rise...Not as a phoenix; But as a man who has nothing to lose but himself. I am the tyrant this is my future. Rise! © 2014 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on April 17, 2014 Last Updated on April 17, 2014 AuthorPhillip J ClaytonJamaicaAboutIn the professional space, I am almost a diety... I say that with the greatest of humility. In my personal life I am frail and a primitive man... Self-actualization is not all it's cracked up to be. .. more..Writing
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