Sh*t Outta Luck

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Sh*t Outta Luck

I try to breath,

but these memories keep overtaking me.

My fantasy world,

makes reality hard to see.

How long has it been,

since I've walked with my head held high?

How long has it been,

since I could look myself in the eye?

I put up my facade,

and give people my spiritual wealth.

But when was the last time that I said,

"I love myself." ?

Smile Roy.

Be happy.

Be merry.

Does anybody give a sh*t,

of the thoughts that I carry?

I can still see the sea in which I've seen,

but who gives a f*ck?

Nobody wants to love me,

so I guess I'm just sh*t outta luck.



By: Roy Quebedeaux

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dragynwynd commented on Sh*t Outta Luck

06-03-2009

You have much pain....I hope your poetry can help you wade through the confusion and pain....dragynwynd

AleaPendragon commented on Sh*t Outta Luck

05-18-2009

Love it, its a great read but there are a few cliches. Still I love it.

mistyparish commented on Sh*t Outta Luck

04-01-2009

I have shared these feelings. Good write!

motherofsix commented on Sh*t Outta Luck

03-03-2009

Love your poems there deep and real. Your great.0

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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