As i embark upon the feat
Of creating my one hundreth poem...
Have you ever felt so down
You felt as if the world was against you...
I'm already gone
Ive lost myself...
I don't understand why
But I know what it's like...
Suspended from Society
Surrounded by criminals and druggies...
A deep shadowed tunnel running through time
never revealing an ending's light...
I am too lost…
Now I find myself in patterns once the same...
Ashamed to see my picture, photographs on walls
Disintegrate my hopes, constant trips and falls...
You ask what’s wrong
Well where do I start...
This pain is so bad.
It makes me so mad...
Happy birthday my baby girl,
today you would be three...
The clouds are moving in
And it’s raining on my day...