Doing hard time

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I am not here. For I am lost with in myself No 6 by 9 gray walls No bars keep me trapped For I am consumed by my thoughts. Thoughts that haunt Haunt my every action For I shall never be found I roam aimlessly as I stand still. My pride keeps me climbing up life's hill. Just one more pill My void shall never be filled My sins and good intentions I'd love to see that bill. For that's all I have. No foot steps are left behind me. For tomorrow I shall not see. For this life I did not ask 4. It was giving to me. But I have short term momery So for a better day is my destiny But again and again I'm beating to my knees. Pled and beg oh oh not me. For my breath does not belong to me. For my soul I have sold. But loop holds I found. But the fees are multipled ten fold. For I am nor young or old N my story one day will never be told....


Submitted: November 20, 2018

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jaylisbeth

Hang in there, my friend. I know the feeling.

Tue, November 20th, 2018 2:59pm

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Thanks friend.. How are you though been a min lol I was gonna say hot min but been cold as fuck lol well here in nj anyways

Tue, November 20th, 2018 7:16am

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