Dead

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Dead

The funeral starts, the people cry

and yet I feel so cold.

They look at me, I wonder why?

These stares are getting old.

 

One by one, they talk to me

They say to rest in peace.

I feel so trapped, I'm not free

and yet I'm wrapped in fleece.

 

I try to cry, I try to scream

and yet I'm never heard.

It's my soul, I can't redeem.

I never speak a word.

 

They lay me down, into this box.

My family wonders why

the man above, dumps the rocks

why did I have to die?

 

I worked so hard, to do what's right

I screwed it up with Meth

so here I am, I lost the fight.

I created my own death.

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Mrpoetry commented on Dead

10-02-2009

good poem venom, that's a warning to everyone that if you mess with meth, you will end up with death

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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