The Book Of Grievance Poem by Derrick Gwynn

I know our story. Worry, hardship, Fury. Worry it was all in vain gratuity to the ungracious till your all they'd claim a slain temple thoughts in pieces never at peace
trust me I miss you more through all the hardships, my life, it seems I just go along with staring at a open door. I'm worried you'll never see me. For who I am, for who I can be. Worry I lack sustenance, visions of the future the past fluctuates. The fury of a untampered temptation I feel the last never lasted separation I worry the heart will have no rhythm though I'll still draw breath my hardships will have no purpose and we'll always be disconnected I fear my worry my hardships my fury will be my consciousness's collective. Worry I'll never let it happen again an open mind a chosen soul when two spirits divide and nobody's home. I worry I'll lose myself and hardship and fury will erase the man who was new to himself.