Fig Tree
Its all useless why do I even try.
I spent hours of rolling tape on my bag,
So the anger stuffing will not fly.
I have this anger in me that I cannot explain,
Pain shoots up my back then tells my brain.
Calm as I can be thinking it’s the pills they feed me.
Little do they know It’s my broken spirit on a fig tree
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2011
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