Left Behind Me

A Poem by Mr. Porter

Darkness

Is this gonna work?...
Am I gonna work till my death occurs?..
To these that shun me go to reap deeds that has proved deep heat..
No sleep...
Just me..
Older dusty..
It must be my exile which is mysterious like the X files...
Excuse my white smile...
My white smile hides guile...
There's a scheme team with dreams of my demise...
Hopin it's a fatal decision I decide...
Whether it be at work outside, Inna ride, or where I reside....
My lifes moon has forced my mood to low tide....
Wish I knew it was comin, but it's evident I had no sign...
If it exist my lifes high tide is what I hope to find...
But the past is the past...
Histories history..
And in both instances it was Left Behind Me....