Blood on my shoes <br />in these footsteps <br />over charged when I payed my dues <br />hate I need a lot less <br />with an ounce more of hope <br />fill my cup and flow <br />truth doesn't require a microscope <br />now welcome to the show <br />in the absence <br />with no love, no heart, and no grace <br />armed robbery actions <br />the way they stole my place <br />should be out of this zone in a thrown <br />touching stars and swallowing flames <br />instead just alone <br />drizzle tears and gloomy frames <br />and memory is nails to my heart <br />now wheres my love? she's an hour late <br />save me I say to this art <br />damn is she too late I'ma have to take <br />the next train ohh great!<br /><br />Angelo Velasquez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-absence/
