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Joseph Kamenszki Poem
I'm drinking and my life is a mess
But I can't stand anything less
The more I drink the better I feel
Or is it possible there is nothing to feel?
I love a girl who is better then life
But all I do is give her grievance and strife
I'm begging you Lord please, PLEASE, PLEASE
Don't let me go through any more DT's
I don't think I can keep a job
What do I do? Steal, lie and rob?
Open your eyes Joe life isn't free
My eyes are wide open but still I can't see
The way things are going I don't want anymore
I'm tired of being crazy sick and sore
Do I drink or do I stay sober?
I just don't want to start over
I can't stop for to stop is death
Couldn't wait for that very last breath
I have a woman who is worth living for
Just hope she doesn't help me find the door
I have been drugging and drinking for so long
So I put a few words into a song
I am ashamed of the life that I live
I really try for something to give
These words don't express what I feel
Just a glimpse of the things I know are real
I want to change but can't stand the pain
When I don't drink I feel I am going insane
Please understand the things that I do
It has nothing to do with my feelings for you
I love you so much I would take my life
But one day I would be proud to have you as my wife.
Copyright © Joseph Kamenszki | Year Posted 2007
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Joseph Kamenszki Poem
I don't belong here
This life of mine
Why have I come to this point in time
Is it because of the demons I fear?
When did it begin and when will it end
The feelings I have are very clear
Why does death seem so very near?
And will it become my only true friend?
Time is irrelevant this point in time
When the days are over will I regress
I pray and hope for some peaceful rest
Will the future ever be mine?
This rhyme scheme is not what I like
My mind is simple however the depth
Too bad it got messed up by my crystal meth
But writing is so much like sex or riding a bike
It is too bad I made a mess of my life
What came before does not even help
Can't even take care of myself
Love you too much to use a knife
The answer is clear, why can't I see?
So I go through life living like I do
And what do I give but a pile of poo
My hands on my eyes mean nothing to me
This poem means nothing to you
To give and to take and really don't care
I really wish I NEVER was there
To say I am sorry is so very true
I CARE MORE ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU
Copyright © Joseph Kamenszki | Year Posted 2007
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