M Y - P O E T R Y
Closing
Door.
I'm standing in
the middle, of another way of life!
If i thought i could, then i think i would...
Make a run for prospect door!
They rip out my organs, and throw me around!
I don't think i can take it, but i don't think i'll make it...
Out of prospect door!
I've become so despondant,
And i don't wanna be here anymore!
I'm like a candle in the wind,
Behind a closing door!
I'm becoming more unhappy,
As each day just drifts on by,
I'm like a gutter in the rain...
My compassion running dry!
So, i've come to watch my finish, for i know times up for me!
It seems that i failed, seems again they prevailed,
To close a prospect door.
©1997 Insanity Inc. ©1997, black heart. H.Luck.
A
short disclaimer :
It has been known for people to take offense to my
poetry...
And think i'm a twisted black individual... who is arrogant and
distasteful...
This is not true (well, for the most part!) and if you do find
anything i write offensive,
please, please don't write to me and tell me, or complain.
As a poet, i have poetic licence! :) ... i'll write what i want,
and if you don't like it... Don't read it!!! :)
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MysterG
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