UNTITLED

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    UNTITLED

    I've wasted much life
    In a prison cell
    I believe in God
    But life has been hell

    I've reached the bottom
    In my life
    Why should I wallow
    Thru such strife

    I've often planned
    my own death
    In prison by my own hand
    Or on the streets by meth

    Should I continue
    with this life
    Or should I succomb
    To my plight

    Having been such
    A harbinger of adversity
    There's no doubt I'm
    a blight on society

    But people can change
    God knows I'm willing
    I just need you to help me
    recognize what I'm feeling

    SKY

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    sky’s Poems (32)

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    SHORTIES 0
    LOVING YOU 0
    HAIKU's -- LOVE 0
    HELL ON EARTH 0
    A TRUE FRIEND 0
    TO A MOTHER-IN-LAW 1
    SAMANTHA 1
    A TEDDY BEAR 2
    AN ODE TO US 0
    WHERE WOULD I BE 1
    FOLLOW OUR HEART 0
    WHITE DOVE 1
    TO MY LADY LOVE 1
    TRUE LOVE 0
    LOVE 0
    SEPERATE WAYS 3
    UNTITLED 0
    MY NAME IS ADDICTION 2 0
    MY NAME IS ADDICTION 2 0
    MY NAME IS ADDICTION 0
    ADDICTION 1
    RENDERED WEAK 1
    DEATH 0
    MY WEEK 0
    THE ROAD 0
    HAUNTED 1
    WRONG 1
    MY WISH 0
    MIND PRISON 5
    MY DREAM 1
    THOUGHT 1
    INTRO 2