William P. Harris Sr. Poet Rhyme

Bored Words

Taking my time through the struggles I face
Trying hard not to bow out in disgrace
Thinking how can I still win this race
Time keeps coming at me
While I try to stay free
Looking ahead
Time gets me down Instead
Fighting my demons inside
The pain and confusion I can barely hide
Times I gave up and cried
Sat there on the ground
Cried without a sound
Thought I couldn't go on so long
Was wrong
So many a time
Couldn't make sense out of lifes little rhyme
Love, lifes only crime
The battlefield, my mind
Nothing left there to find
Writing my pain
Keeping it plain
For all to see
Nothing is free
All them good things that be
Come and go
Just so you know
What do I see
What was left behind was me
The stain 
In my brain
No reason to cry
Life never tells you why
Then you die
Time keeps on going 
Your stain keeps on growing
I don't know
I forgot to grow
Does it show

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