Gentle's Deity

Once at my lowest, yet I stride, With the poise of a boss, I take my pride. Light beckons softly at the tunnel's end, In lands of the blind, the one-eyed man ascends. I need no admiration; the draw’s reversed, She sent her photo—a sweet smile rehearsed. Alone in my thoughts, I zoom in to affirm, A flicker of joy in memories I confirm. Coolness is common; to be awesome, a quest, Crafting my stature, ever striving for the best. If shadows consume me and I vanish from view, Know in this journey, it’s been kind knowing you. In public applause, true worth remains concealed; A man’s quiet actions are the fruits revealed. “Changed,” they say, as the winds carry me, Yet it’s change that has shaped the core of me. You once spoke of hearts that cannot align, Yet she loves me, a truth I define. Oh September, grant something to own, As I dream of cigars on a yacht, all alone. In this realm, all are gangsters, bold and brash, Until silence falls and timelines clash. Some will dismiss, their judgment in tow, But I care not for those who don’t wish to know. If I wrestle with fate in the murky tide, Assist the croc; be on its side. "What do you do?" they inquire with a hook, “I give my all,” in every nook. A gentleman’s touch will never grow cold, For kindness and honor, the stories unfold. Once love ignites, friendships fade away, In memories linger the words we can’t say. Do you sense the shift, the loss of your spark? Reflections unveil where dreams once left their mark. In the tapestry woven of joy and despair, I rise with the dawn, breathing strength into air.