|"Bars of my Life" (standard:poetry, 230 words)|
|Author: kickboxrko||Added: Nov 30 2003||Views/Reads: 1745/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|8 Cold Bars...|
“Bars of my life” My hands are shaking.... Can't see straight My girl's left me... My friends hate me... My druggie adores me... Mom is so sad Dad tells me when he bails me out... Day in day out I pass these cold bars Steel protectors of the law The roof is leaking I'm tired of this place How'd I get here anyway? Was it just my day? My day to fail? My day to leave a trail of Disaster, destruction, and despair? Does it matter now? NO...I need my fix I'm pathetic...yea I know it... But can I help it? These men in here, am I better then them? Murderers, thieves, and leaders of crime? Yea...they hate me... The looks I get...enough to shock the Toughest of men...mom would cringe... Dad would cry.... Where did it start? Does my story have a beginning? Does it have an end? What I fear in this cold lonely place... With leaking, cold floors, lack of sleep But, what's worst of all... Is the lack of love... Yea...it's killing me... I want my mom....not to cry... I want my dad...to look me in the eye I want some honor...to make them proud... This problem I have...it'll be the end of my life Yet, I can't let go...no matter how hard I try.... So I guess I'm doomed to die In this forsaken place.... Tweet
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