Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?/
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed//
I shed tattooed tears and couldn’t sleep good/
For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots//
My thoughts creatively turned into vibrant pictures and words/
Expressed through text that's image-less and photos of verbs//
Packed with action - intense - or even simple elegance/
They are my thoughts, my dreams, my hopes in a tangible sense//