POISON

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Inside of a cell, inside of my own hell.

Submitted: December 14, 2006

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Submitted: December 14, 2006

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It's poisonous.
The poetry i spit, much the same as the thoughts,
provoking it.
Crashing down on me, is my enemy.
The weight of his stone world,
is thrust upon me.
Perverted in this injust system,
making slaves of men.
caged in!
Existence is a page and pen.
This shit is designed to destroy us,
from within.
Raping my hope.
Creating an entire society of mentally,
and emotionally deprived men.
The outcasts, we cry tattoo ink,
through scarred skin.
Empty are the eyes that surround me,
brown like mine, we suffer silently.
Solitary Warriors, stone, steel,
and broken promises is all I see.
But maybe through the tears,
my vision has grown blurry.
Maybe through these caged years,
my perception of reality has grown fuzzy.
Surviving in this pit of sin,
Struggling to hold fast to these memories.
Many of them so old, I see them in black and white.
It's poisonous.
Staring in disbelief at a friends face,
in his casket.
It's driving me towards Ghetto insanity.
These concrete walls and dirty white sheets.
My pillow stained with the frustration,
of my tears.
Screams that never excape this cell,
of torment, where I have bled for years.
Reflected in this mirror are eyes,
that are not mine.
They've changed, hardened by rage.
I stare into them, and see none of what i use to be.
All I see is their poison,
All I hear is the Poetry....
 


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