My Poems

He sees circles

He sees squares

He sees stars

Red black yellow and blue

He sees his life

Flash before him

Which leads to nowhere

He sees the bars before his face

His hands thrash to kill

He tries

He cries out in pain

He sees freedom

Which he once had

He sees his children

Without knowledge of his burden

He feels anger

He feels pain

He feels hurt

He feels hunger to escape

He is gone from the world

Never again

Will he feel the breeze across his face

Nor see flowers

Or starry nights

He knows what it's like

To survive

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They want materiel things

They dream of fame

They crave fortune

They long for success

She wants love

She dreams of happiness

She craves comfort

She longs for freedom

It is there

It can give

To they and to she

It has no choice

It would rather stay

Then go away

They will win

And she

She will cry

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The Hole

You've dug yourself a hole

It's deep and dark

And lets no daylight in

But you feel safe

No one can come in

And no one can come out

Why did I have to come?

Why did you bring me here?

Maybe you decided you were lonely

In this deep, dark, ugly hole

Or maybe you needed to feed

The maggots that occupy your soul

Maybe I was some sort of sick obssesion

That sprung from your hate

The hole has hands

They grasp and grab

I was weak

It was strong

It won

But I have found the branch

The branch you could not find

I hope you stay

I hope you leave

I hope you die

But I wish you happiness

I hope something holds you down like you did me

But I pray you a way out