Sorry I Am Not Talkative

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My friend mike T is a black man from gary Indiana. I grew up with him since I was 18. He is now incarcerated on hear say of trafficking cocaine. He is one of the most loyal people I know. There for the world around me seems alien. There for no one makes sence to me unless I can relate, but how do you relate when you dont want to make friends cause of the pain the loss can cause you.

                                      Joey.B

Sorry I Am Not Talkative

I sit in a room filled with people yet I am alone.

A heart that once was tender now is outlined with stone.

For what trust I had was lost with my friend.

Gone sent away sentenced to the pen.

Like a brother mentor and father was this man.

That when he left my faith was shattered like glass and scattered like sand.

Now I am alone amognst people who demand trust and respect like it grows on tree's.

I wish respect and trust could be a breeze.

How many times had I fallen but caught by my friend before I hit my knee's.

and these people look at me like I'm weird but they've never respected me they never gave me a chance.

Through my ideas away and cast me aside without a second glance.

Yet it took a man older and a different color than me to see.

That i have potential and I can be what I want be.

Regardless of what I look like or how I dress.

So why should I get to know you if all that will happen I'll have to repress.

For any one can go or begone for a mistake in life.

But splitting up a bond is like cutting turkey with a dull knife.

Its agonizing and hard and not very smart.

This is why rock has engulfed my heart.

For what was there can never be again.

All because of a unforgiven sin.

So excuse me if I don't want to talk.

But you'll either be a statistic or out lined in chalk.

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supplyofgrace commented on Sorry I Am Not Talkative

08-31-2009

Wow this is a sad poem, it really lets others knows actions can hurt others! Good Job!

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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