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The Unwanted Man

Poetry By: jrdnwlsn
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how one dealt with struggles and anguish


Submitted:Aug 9, 2011    Reads: 14    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Its hard to say how i've felt,

but its time to play my cards are dealt.

a game, not knowing if i win or lose,

now its time, i have to choose,

feeling like its do or die

i fall to my knees nd begin to cry.

my cards are dealt i have to play,

like its my whole existence is made of clay.

trying to figure which move to make,

i need to win for my families sake.

everytime it hits my turn,

i feel the heat and my skin it burns,

really trying to drag me down,

now its time to turn the game around.

ill stand here and take the pain

but no longer will i be the same.

cause i'm going to take these cards in my hand,

and give them back to .. The Unwanted Man





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