Hard Time
Driven by the ambition for my life
pain seems to follow me at every turn.
It follows me to the end
of my and in every concern.
It leaches on to me like
a parasite or an unwanted ghost.
When all I want is to escape
but always end up a gracious host.
A prisoner in my own life
feeling caged in a field of trees.
A free man by society but inside
im a weaping boy on his knees.
Copyright © Scott Mueller | Year Posted 2006
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