Save Point Poem by Little King of Sorrows

Freelance is such careless style,
We write an inch, what took a mile.
Carefree thought or broken will,
For the love...or for the thrill?

Why release the hounds inside?
A wise man keeps his heart inside.
Keeps the thoughts within the brain.
But Gnashing teeth will not abstain.

What drives a soul to pen a thought,
unlearn the garbage he was taught?
Hindsight clear like yesterday.
20/20 in Ultra 4k.

Nothing much becomes of most,
100 years from fetus to ghost.
Blind leading the blind amongst the hearless,
Claiming nights amongst the fearless.

What a show we now behold.
Black and white admist the Gold.
Hawaii and the roofs of Blue?
Denmark rotten, oh how true!

I gotta come to clear my head.
Puke the bullshit I get fed.
Laugh at all the irony.
I write this all for only me.

But if you read this somehow too,
Perhaps its somehow meant for you.
Maybe you will sleep at night,
When emotions cant be said outright.

I sink my feet within the sand,
Beneathe the lake of poem land.
Just a sec to rest my soul,
Close my eyes and write my soul.

Dont take me as a careless thief,
my time spent here is far from brief.
My visit brief to reminice,
allow me pass a night of bliss.

For where I've been is lonely hell,
where I belong I cannot tell.
Just a week to rest thy soul.
For the year ahead may take a toll

Thanks P.H.

L.K.S 8-26-2023 (Birthday 42 years)