Last years poem

Lessons iv learned from 2017...

Attack the weak with perception
From the best view of their own sundown   
Greed grows in empty pockets, not a thiefs burnt hands 
Smoking ruined everything but gave me everything. The black teeth and the clothes I wear 
The 'one' is still out there
The very one I thought I found
My heart is on amber alert with broken sirens and is out lined with chock like a crime scene
It was there
But where
Who ever has it 
will I marry it?