Ruined

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    Ruined

    The world has stopped, my heart quickens
    I look into the eyes of a man,A man that I do not know
    It is He that will determine my fate, It is He that will decide my future.
                                  4,,,3,,,2,,,1,,, Guilty!
    My heart drops, It's hard for me to breathe, my legs are shaking,         A tear falls,-- as it rolls down my face, so does the years of my life.

     My Woman, my babies, what will they do? how will they get by?
    As I am led from the court room, I hear her, crying, crying.
     What have I done, this is just so unreal, my mind is racing, my heart is breaking, And time stands still. I try to tell her I love her, but I can't speak, It feels as if I am choking, and once again it is hard for me to breathe.

      As I'm led down that long hallway, I quickly start thinking of the past.
    All I wanted, was my Lady and my children to finally have something nice, to hold thier heads up and walk down the street with a smile. To listen to her tell her friends, MY MAN got this for me, just because, to hear my children say I love you Daddy, and smile, followed by a hug.

     A door opens, I step inside, the bracelets released, I massage my wrist as I hear the door slam, I drop to my knees and break down and cry.

     Five in, and she won't write, I can't blame her-I broke her life. I had promised to love her and take care of her til my final days, But just like a leaf on a cold fall day, I too was just another man that broke her heart and blew away. It hurts so much, but I can not show my pain, the animals I live with, would run with that game.
     
     To my beautiful Lady, and my precious little ones, I wish for you all the love that your hearts can hold, and please remember, Love is not cheap and it nevers grows old.

     The man sentenced me to life, but that is a straight up lie,
    I've been sentenced to hell, and it is here where I'll die.


                                                                              Chrios
                                                                              Nov. 2, 2009

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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