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A Hard Life Like...?

Poetry By: JuztJames
Poetry



Are the lives we live really harder than the next persons? Tell me what you think.


Submitted:Jun 12, 2012    Reads: 50    Comments: 13    Likes: 6   


Have you ever lived a hard life?

Where it seems like

Days are sleepless from staying up all night

Like endless Advil's, hangovers, and bar fights

Like taking a ride down town, distraught from the blue lights

Like frostbitten shackles and chains

Like super squeezed tight, revealing veins

Like your worlds upside down, feeling disdained

Like a hardcore drinker in and out of jail, and no plans to change...like his hard life!

Have you ever lived a hard life?

Where it seems like

Nights are restless from being worried all day

Like punches in bunches, hate for lunches, and authority not listening to what you have to say

Like knowing your walking home, you forgot your umbrella, and skies that come grey

Like soaked clothes and cold

Like a scratchy throat and a running nose

Like thinking the kids chasing you home have no souls

Like the school boy that can't wait to be old, so the bullying stops, God bless his soul...like his hard life!

Have you ever lived a hard life?

Where it seems like

Nonchalantly the days have merged as one

Like no discern for the concern you brought upon

Like you care, they don't, and somehow, there's a gun

Like cold steal

Like shivering bold thrill

Like the suicidal tendencies that lies within she, she who feels

Like killing herself over loneliness that kills, R.I.P., like her hard life!

Have you ever watched a hard life?

Where it looks like

Days being wasted from the same old blues

Like tit tats for too's and mitched-matched shoes

Like not because they wanted to, or that it's cool

Like tax due, so the diet is bad food

Like stale cashews and last week's broccoli soup

Like what the highway beggars go through just to get that soup

Like pist off faces that act like they have no clue

Like why do you think I'm going to give my money to you?

Like paying attention to those who wish they could, but just can't do

Like going to buy your child some brand new shoes

Like he wanted that too so he to rob you

Like life is hard…

Like six boulders that sit in your front yard

Like when you feel that way, just pray to god

Like for my soul to be in the possession of him

Like please forgive me for all my sins

Like I pray for my family, my enemies, and all my friends

Hardly living life, because we're living life hard

And like in the name of Jesus we pray forever to our beloved God.





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